Love Coming From The Least Expected novel Chapter 337

Lyle acted like he had gone crazy. He attacked me without any reason, and his lips licked my face endlessly to try to kiss me. I kept my lips shut and turned my face to try to push him away. Unfortunately, Lyle seemed determined to have me. He never gave me the opportunity to fight back, and he reached out to tear my clothes apart.

“Stop it. Stop this madness, Lyle!” I shouted. I was truly horrified because I had been feeling weak lately, and I no longer had the strength to fight Lyle like I used to. I didn’t even have the strength to pick up the items on the coffee table. Lyle’s madness got me dizzy, and my vision blurred. My entire body felt weak.

“No, I won’t! I want to be your husband, Yvonne. From now on, we will be the most loving couple ever. Forget all about Christopher. Do you remember you were married to me before he came along?” reminded Lyle. He tore my clothes apart and buried his face in my neck. He even tried to tear my undergarments.

I was so infuriated that I was trembling. I struggled but couldn’t break free, so I kept shouting and begging for help. The door was open, but no one was in the corridor. No one came to help.

“Let me go. Lyle Smith, you a*shole. You want me to hate you. Is that it? Are you really that adamant about making me hate you?” I shouted. My headache was getting worse, and it was as if someone had hit me hard on my head. My vision was turning black as well, and I could barely see the beast in front of me.

At the same time, something kept swirling inside my throat. I had never had a headache like that before, and it was only getting worse. My heart felt terrible as well, and the rhythm of my breathing was off. I suddenly had a bad feeling about it. My condition is worsening. Am I going to die now?

Lyle turned me around and was about to force himself on me when my body finally gave up on me. I vomited blood. Blood was spewing from both my mouth and my nose, and I had never seen that much blood before. It was as if my body was like a fountain show. I tried to stop myself from vomiting too much blood by covering my lips with my hand. Unfortunately, the blood kept flowing and crawling down from the gap between my fingers.

I was scared. If I die now, I won’t be able to see Christopher one last time. No, this can’t be. This cannot be! I struggled to reach for the phone on the couch. I wanted to see him one last time, and I refused to fade away just like that.