I was his allergen she was his cure what if this allergen turns lethal? novel Chapter 30

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Riley suddenly stood up, suggesting I accompany her to the ladies’ room.

I knew she was intentionally rescuing me. Since she arrived with Nash, no one dared stop her.

As we left the room, Riley gave me her jacket to cover myself.

In the bathroom, Riley didn’t use the facilities but instead carefully cleaned the red mark on my hand where Nash had stepped on it.

“You should be just finishing college right now. Why are you selling yourself to those men for dirty money?”

I studied Nash’s fiancée carefully-she wore a perfectly tailored Dior ensemble that screamed elegance. Every movement betrayed her privileged upbringing.

Such a blessed person could never understand why I, with two functioning hands and feet, would willingly earn money this way.

But how could I explain?

That I desperately needed the cash.

That my seven-year-old son needed to eat.

That my mother lay in a hospital bed requiring expensive treatments.

And that it was all thanks to her fiancé.

When we returned to the private room, the strip game didn’t continue.

Because Patrick’s wife had arrived.

Her sudden appearance instantly dissolved the room’s sultry atmosphere. Everyone seemed eager to watch the drama unfold.

I expected Stella to explode, to call me a whore, to claw at my face.

But she didn’t. She didn’t even acknowledge my existence.

She completely ignored me, as if I were merely a vase decorating the room.

Stella maintained a polite smile, helping her husband discuss business with the men.

While I sat right beside her, showing no emotion or embarrassment.

I was the untouchable mistress. I should be used to this.

Only after the drinking ended and Patrick went to settle the bill, when just Stella and I remained in the room, did she finally drop the act.

She straddled me, slapping my face repeatedly.

“You little slut! Only good for spreading your legs! A cheap whore trying to show her face at important business meetings? Nobody raised you right, you disgusting homewrecker!”

Stella’s voice was sharp and cutting, her mouth spewing the filthiest insults.

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I wanted to tell her that she was right-I didn’t have a father, and my mother was in a vegetative state.

So there was no one left to teach me how to be a proper person.

But I remained silent, accepting her blows without resistance.

Perhaps my calmness further enraged Stella, as she screamed while hurling a bottle at me.

Blood immediately poured from my forehead into my eyes as the bottle shattered against my skull.

When Stella tried to attack again, someone suddenly caught her arm.

“Enough! Don’t make a mess in my establishment-I hate bloodstains on the carpet.”

Nash had returned, his face dark with anger as he restrained Stella.

After she stormed out, I covered my bleeding forehead and ran outside too.

The emotional walls I’d maintained all evening finally collapsed, and I sobbed beside a trash can outside the club.

After crying for what seemed like forever, I heard a car horn behind me.

A Maybach lowered its window, revealing Nash’s face.

“Get in.”

I shook my head. “No need.”

Nash frowned, exiting the car and physically lifting me inside.

The wound on my forehead throbbed painfully, making me too dizzy to argue. I simply gave him an address.

Nash didn’t need GPS-it was my home address-he already knew it.

Eight years ago, during the last hundred days before SATS, Nash had secretly come here many times to set off fireworks for me.

Looking back, I realize he must have been playing me even then.

As I prepared to exit the car, Nash stared at my apartment building, his lips curling into a smile:

“After all these years, how’s Professor Blythe doing?”

My hand froze on the door handle as I remained silent for a long while,

Long enough that Nash lost patience, grabbing my neck as he continued his mockery:

“Wasn’t our dear Professor Blythe so disgusted by teenage relationships? Does she know her daughter became a whore after getting dumped? Oh wait, she’s not a professor anymore, is she? I bet she’s happily spending the money you earn on your back.”

As he spoke, Nash bit my collarbone hard.

I instinctively struggled against the pain, but his grip remained firm.

“Does Professor Blythe know how many times her daughter has fucked her sugar daddy? So many times that even bite marks can’t cover all the hickeys!”

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