He Buried Me But I Painted My Own Resurrection novel Chapter 279

It was so beautiful it acted like the sharpest blade, piercing directly into his heart.

Why?

Why!

That place should have been his, that hand should have been held by him.

That woman should have been looking up at him, depending on him, just like Sienna used to.

"No..."

A suppressed, beastly growl ripped from the depths of his throat.

An overwhelming wave of rage, humiliation, and the feeling of betrayal crashed over him like a broken dam, instantly washing away the last shred of his sanity.

He could no longer bear it.

"Lucas Lowery!"

Roaring at the top of his lungs, he lunged out from the dark shadows.

His eyes were crimson, his face twisted in a snarl, charging forward like a rabid bull.

"Let go of him!"

He hurled himself recklessly toward the perfect couple, wanting nothing more than to tear their clasped hands apart.

However, he overestimated himself and severely underestimated Lucas's alertness.

The exact moment he burst from the shadows, Lucas had already swiftly pulled Sienna behind him.

The move was so fast and decisive, it was as if he had been waiting for this very moment.

Grant couldn't even get within three paces of them.

From the shadows on both sides, two dark figures shot out like lightning.

They were two burly, stone-faced bodyguards, moving as fast as cheetahs.

One grabbed Grant's arm and violently twisted it back!

"Ah!"

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