Nemesis Game novel Chapter 46

In the quiet room, the man choked.

He easily touched her heart with such a forlorn look.

She was like a puppet doll that had lost its soul, allowing him to hold her close.

She couldn't feel the slightest bit of warmth.

Why? Didn't Ruben always want her to die?

Why did he have to pretend to be so compassionate after he got her killed?

How could he? He was simply a man without a heart.

He wouldn't know her pain. Her death was just a nightmare to him.

Suddenly, an unspeakable sadness pervaded Samantha's heart without warning.

"Let go of me. I am not Samantha. You have mistaken me for someone else." She wept in her heart but remained indifferent.

She had come back for revenge.

Ruben wasn't even listening to what she was saying. He held her tighter, not giving her a chance to struggle. Then he buried his face in her chest.

She felt his body rise and fall as if he was terribly sad.

"Samantha, how could you? Do you think I'll let you off the hook if you die...?"

He did not know why he was so sad. Samantha's name was engraved in his heart and brought him unspeakable pain.

Was he regretting it?

Maybe so.

But as proud as he was, how could he admit it?

Tears welled up in Samantha's eyes. She clenched her fists and resisted the urge to push him away.

At this point, even though she was already dead, he still refused to let her off the hook.

It was his style of doing things. It had always been that way.

Samantha shook her head, calmed herself down, and then pushed him away as hard as she could.

She got up wretchedly and looked back at him. He was lying flat on the couch with his brows frowning. And the blood on his forehead dripped down his cheek, which looked appalling and sad.

"Miss Riley, bring me some medicine. I'll take care of his wounds." She sounded calm.

Dillon nodded and came over with medical supplies.

Samantha was not trying to go easy on him when she tidied up his wounds.

Even, she was deliberately trying to make him hurt.

Looking at him frowning in pain, she also wept. She spoke hoarsely, "Does it hurt? It is right that it hurts… Do you know the pain I had suffered?”

She forcibly clasped his hand and pressed a cotton swab hard against the wound on his forehead.

He murmured in pain. And this tattered and forlorn look of his almost tore her heart out.

It hurt like hell!

Seeing him drunk and unconscious on his knees, she laughed to herself.

"Ruben, do you think you would rejoice if you knew I wasn't dead? Or ... would you still want me dead?"

Like an abandoned child, she grabbed his hand and asked over and over again.

But the man's eyes were tightly closed, and no sound could reach his ears.

She looked at his cold and pale face and burst into a flood of tears.

"I regret it, why did I fall in love with you?"

Looking at his face, her eyes were complicated and deep.

He must not remember.

Ten years ago, he had helped a little girl.

She was fifteen years old then, and she hadn't been brought back to the Moore family yet.

She, her brother, and her foster mother had been kicked out by the Powell family. The three of them were wandering outside, and her foster mother had to work many jobs every day to support her and her brother.

They were very poor at that time. Her brother gave her all the food, while he himself fainted because of hunger.

She sneaked to the supermarket to buy chocolate for her brother. But she had no money.

She had to steal. It was the first time in her life that she stole something.

She knew it was wrong to do that, but she had no choice. Her brother was already faint with hunger.

She was so naive that she was caught by the owner in front of the store with the unchecked chocolate.

She was cursed by the supermarket owner, and all the people pointed at her and called her a thief and spat on her.

She was so desperate at that time.

And that was when he appeared.

It was too long ago. But she still remembered how warm the teenager who came towards her was.

He came to her and paid for her chocolate.

"It's not good to steal, understand? I'll treat you to chocolate."

Samantha never knew that there were such a good-looking and warm teenager in the world.

She was so embarrassed.

"I didn't want to steal… But my brother…" She said and was about to cry, and the chocolate had already been crushed in her hand.