In Love, Never Say Never (Ashton Fuller and Scarlett Stovall) novel Chapter 651

After a long silence, I spoke in resignation, “You don’t have to hurt them. It was my fault, so I should be the one to bear the consequences.”

Dante simply scoffed and looked at me indifferently. “It’s not your time yet.”

Then, he raised his hand and pointed at the girls. “They are going to die anyway. So why not let one of them help you to bear it first? Since you’re not willing to choose any of them, let me help you to select the most obnoxious one, so we can end this discussion as soon as possible.”

My eyes widened as I stared at him in disbelief. He is obviously sowing discord. No matter who it will be, I’ll suffer from guilt for the rest of my life. He is doing this on purpose!

He fixed his eyes on Tessa and flashed an evil smile. “A woman who likes philosophy. Very interesting. I’ve heard that a woman like her normally practices abstinence. I wonder if that’s true.”

I shook my head. “No, you can’t do this.”

Tessa was dumbstruck, her eyes full of horror and helplessness.

I rushed forward to stop the men, but I was pushed to the ground.

Then, I heard her resisting and screaming for help.

Dante’s voice came from the side. “I haven’t seen this scene for many years. How spectacular!”

I could not look back. Her ear-splitting shrills echoed in my ears.

It is all because of me.

For a long time, I stood frozen amidst her screams of agony and wails of despair.

In the end, all I could hear was a sentence from Tessa: “Scarlett, I hate you.”

People like Dante and Abe know better than anyone else that mental torture is more excruciating than physical pain.

By the time I was back to the villa, the huge dining table had been set.

I initially thought that Abe would have left, but he was still seated on the couch, reading a book leisurely.

Danny and Dante probably had left, so there were only Abe and me in this spacious room.

No one instructed me to go back to my room nor stay here. So, it meant that I should stand in the living room obediently.

Half an hour later, a chef came out from the kitchen and bowed to Abe. “Mr. Abe, dinner is ready.”

Putting down the book in his hand, he replied, “Okay.”

He was a man of few words.

Thud! It was so quiet that I could hear the sound of his book being placed down on the coffee table.

Then, he stood up and put his hand in his pocket. His towering 1.86m frame gave off a domineering vibe.

When he saw me standing at the side, he bent down slightly and glanced sideways at me. “Let’s eat dinner.”

Is he talking to me?

I pursed my lips and saw a housekeeper putting another set of cutlery and bowls on the dining table.