He Cheated I Rose Making Him Regret Everything (Chloe and Arthur) novel Chapter 675

But now, Vincent felt there was no longer any need for them to talk.

Since his Clo-Clo had come back, then she should not leave again.

If she refused to change her mind, then he did not need to waste any more words on her.

All he needed was to keep her here.

As for anything else?

She could forget it.

Vincent's eyes darkened.

He was just about to stop her and try to control her, but Chloe suddenly flicked her wrist and tossed the dagger into the air.

Her other hand caught it from behind.

Without the slightest hesitation, she gripped the dagger tightly and drove it toward Vincent.

This time, Chloe used all her strength.

She held nothing back.

It was as if all her rage had gathered at the tip of the blade.

Vincent had been focused entirely on stopping Chloe from hurting herself. He had not expected her to turn the blade on him.

Caught off guard, he reacted a moment too late.

The blade struck him.

Blood quickly appeared.

Vincent stared at Chloe in disbelief.

He could not believe she had stabbed him without even a second of hesitation.

That strike carried endless hatred.

In that instant, he knew clearly that Chloe truly wanted his life.

Fortunately, he shifted at the critical moment.

The blade missed the fatal spot.

Vincent reached out and grabbed Chloe's hand.

Her strength did not weaken just because she had hurt him. Instead, she looked as if she wanted to push even harder.

He saw that ruthless determination in her eyes.

Perhaps this was what it meant to hate someone to the bone.

"Vincent, I hate you," Chloe said, staring at his shocked expression. Her voice was full of fury. "I've wanted to kill you for a long time."

"Heh. Then why didn't you aim better?" Vincent smiled faintly, then laughed even louder. "When you had the gun in your hand, you could have aimed at my head. That would have been much faster. But you didn't."

Clo's marksmanship was exceptional.

If Silverash had to choose someone second only to Vincent, it would be her.

She was the child he had trained with his own hands.

How could she be bad?

"You could have aimed for a more fatal spot too. But you didn't," Vincent said, the corners of his lips curving up. "You just wanted me to feel pain, didn't you?"

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