From His Invisible Wife to the World's Icon novel Chapter 146

Someone was scolding her.

In her blurred consciousness, she felt her arm being grabbed. She turned her head halfway, and a man's chest appeared in her dizzy vision. She frowned in confusion.

"Lift your head up."

She heard a voice from above.

She slowly lifted her heavy head. It was a man.

Who was it?

"Who am I?"

The man was asking her too.

She shook her head. Her memory rolled back a little, and Frederick's face flashed in her mind. Her small face couldn't help but scrunch up. "Let go of me, Frederick."

A restraining force instantly transmitted to her arm.

He wouldn't let go!

Instead, he gripped her even tighter.

"Jerk, let go of me!"

Anger roared in her heart. Drawing strength from nowhere, she swung her purse and smashed it hard against his chest.

It was raining somewhere, and her face became wet.

It blurred her entire vision.

But he just wouldn't let go.

She was both anxious and furious.

Seeing many people gathering around and reaching out to them, she cried, "I don't want him anymore... I don't want him..."

Her face was suddenly cupped, a cold touch repeatedly blocking her vision.

The rain seemed to have stopped.

She seemed to see a familiar face, though it didn't seem like Frederick. Who was it?

"Mr. Ford, why are you here?"

A voice carried over.

She frowned. Mr. Ford?

Her mind cleared slightly. The touch on her cheek suddenly moved to the back of her head.

Her face was pressed into a warm chest.

Pitch blackness filled her vision, causing her to panic. "Let go of me... let go..."

She was afraid of the dark.

That room had been devoid of light, crawling with rats and cockroaches...

"Don't come near me..." She tried to push this person away.

But she was suddenly released.

A sense of weightlessness hit her. The person in front of her was gone. Suddenly, something hard pressed against her abdomen, her head dropped straight down, and blood rushed to her brain. She saw a pair of long, straight legs and the heels of shoes, the world spinning before her eyes.

She grew dizzier and dizzier and simply squeezed her eyes shut.

"Have you forgotten how Sierra bullied us when we were kids? She led the others in calling you a bastard."

"Frederick," she cupped the man's face, trying to make him look at her, "why did it have to be her?"

Her face was wet again. She realized this wasn't rain, but her own tears.

She couldn't see him clearly. She leaned in close, wanting to get a good look at his expression. Her eyes brushed against soft skin, catching a glimpse of deep, dark eyes.

She couldn't accept that Frederick had fallen in love with the person who had bullied them.

That felt like even more of a humiliation than his betrayal.

A warm breath brushed against her face. The man's usually fierce voice sounded in her ear, accompanied by a gloomy sigh.

"Be quiet."

Failing to get an answer, her hazy gaze turned cold. She deeply regretted ever falling in love with him.

"Why did you save me back then? Why did you make me owe you?"

"What?"

Her wrist was suddenly seized, and her body was pulled away from him. A sensation of floating hit her, and she frowned as she stared at him.

"Say that again. What saved you?"

His voice suddenly grew gentle.

But what good was gentleness?

They couldn't go back.

"That car accident... why did you save me? If you hadn't saved me, I never would have fallen in love with you..."