Except for obvious places in his head and face, Jordan's body suffered a lot as well. There were conversations going on in between, but the video wasn't able to catch it. I wasn't entirely sure what was said as well and merely watched as Jordan gnashed his teeth and endured. As a result, Stanley exerted more force, and finally, when the bat was bent in half, only then did he stop.
The video also came to an abrupt end when Jordan was seen wiping blood off his face.
I had to admit I was watching with much pleasure.
"You are just going to casually show how you really feel?" Rosalie's voice came out cold and was filled with accusations.
"Show what?" I tried to play dumb.
"Showing that you want to see him dead and wish to end his life with your own hands." Rosalie seemed calm like she was used to seeing people get entangled between love and hatred.
Sure enough, women knew each other best.
Since she was smart, there was no need to beat around the bush anymore. Hence, I just admitted it, "Of course, Jordan knows this as well. I'm always thinking of ways on how and when to kill
him."
Rosalie narrowed her eyes, and her eyes showed a glint of playfulness. "You are quite honest."
I shrugged. "If it were you, and someone had hurt your loved ones, forced your partner out of the way, and even forced you to do things that you do not wish to do, I think you would make the same choice as well."
Upon hearing this, Rosalie tilted her head to one side and exclaimed, "I am an orphan. I don't understand your feelings, nor do I have any interest in understanding them."
"Okay, no offense taken." To Rosalie, we were complete strangers. After thinking about it for a while, I thought that there was only one reason why she came to me. "You wish for me to tell Jordan to stop going against Stanley?"
"I know why you are here." I took a deep breath and adjusted my mood. I deliberately laughed and pretended to be relaxed, leaning lazily against the sofa behind me. "Great, I can finally rest in peace. I won't ever need to go through torture again."
I stretched my back and my muscles. After that, I took the gun from the table and handed it over to her. With a smile on my face, I uttered, "Come on, let's make this quick."
Rosalie was indeed suspicious of this unexpected reaction. Her beautiful brows furrowed slightly, and her dark lips twitched. "You are not afraid to die?"
"Hmm?" I nodded. "Didn't Jordan tell you? I wasn't planning to live long anyway. When Hendrix and I ended it, I should have died in that car accident, but he saved me. However, now, you are doing me a huge favor, and there's no need for me to live such a painful life anymore."
I thought that Rosalie would continue the subject, but she just watched me attentively. She held up the gun and aimed it at me.
She leaned forward, placing all her energy from her knees to her elbows. Then she twisted her neck, and with a small voice, she looked at my face and exclaimed, "Coward."
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