I was his allergen she was his cure what if this allergen turns lethal? novel Chapter 32

Chapter 4

Die? I’ve certainly tried.

When the crushing medical bills and daily struggles became too much, on Julian’s second birthday, I fed both him and my mother sleeping pills and prepared to set our apartment on fire.

As thick smoke filled the room, Julian woke first. He crawled to me, disoriented and terrified, and desperately tried to press on my chest the way they do in cartoons.

His panicked screams of “Mommy” brought the neighbors running.

Since then, I’ve never attempted suicide again. Though I’ve thought about thousands of times, I always come to my senses.

I can’t die yet!

My Julian and my mother need to outlive me.

Especially my mother, I’ve already killed her once, I couldn’t bear to kill her a second time.

So I started living properly-shamelessly, desperately living.

A sudden ringtone broke the tense atmosphere.

Nash glanced at his phone screen and released me, turning back to his car without another word.

When I caught a glimpse of “Riley” on his phone, I couldn’t help but laugh bitterly.

Nash Reed, you’ve carried this hatred for so many years, taken your revenge for so long, but haven’t you also forgotten Freya Wilcox?

After our encounter, Nash began appearing outside my apartment building regularly. His Maybach would remain parked there for hours.

Patrick quickly noticed something was off, though he knew nothing of our history. He assumed Nash was interested in me.

So when I dressed up more provocatively than usual one evening, Patrick pushed me away.

“Sienna, you’re not twenty anymore. You need to understand…” He tilted my chin up. “If you’re no longer valuable to me, we’re finished.”

I looked up at him helplessly, trying to appear younger and more vulnerable.

“I need to discuss a business deal with Nash, but he’s turned me down. You, however, could convince him to agree.”

Patrick handed me a contract, promising I’d receive $50,000 if Nash signed it.

Fifty thousand would cover my mother’s medical bills and Julian’s expenses for months.

So I took the contract to Nash and honestly explained my arrangement with Patrick.

“What, one sugar daddy isn’t enough for you?” Nash sneered.

“How about this-I’ll give you fifty thousand directly. Come entertain me instead. After all, you were my first love, weren’t you?”

After eight years, my disgust with myself for ever having liked him reached its peak.

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I Was His Allergen, She Was The Cure. What If This Allergen Turns Lethal?

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Chapter 4

“You bastard!” I shouted, throwing the contract at him with all my strength.

The papers fluttered uselessly to the floor, as ineffective as my anger.

“Sienna, it’s not like we haven’t slept together before. If you’re willing, the bedroom’s right there. If not…” Nash stood and placed his hand on my waist. Then take your contract and get out!”

I dug my nails into my palms and whispered through clenched teeth:

“Nash Reed, I would rather sleep with a thousand men than ever let you touch me again.”

I failed to secure Patrick’s contract, so I lost my position as his mistress.

Patrick was surprised by my rejection of Nash, so after kicking me to the curb, he cozied up to Nash with suggestions:

“If you want that woman, it’s easy. The cheap slut has a vegetative mother and a seven-year-old son! Her mental health is shot too-depression

or something. Honestly, she can barely afford to breathe. It won’t be long before she comes begging at your door.”

Nash froze, his voice trembling when he finally spoke: “Who… are you talking about?”

“Sienna!”

Sienna?

Patrick’s words seemed to describe Sienna Blythe, but Nash couldn’t reconcile this information with the woman he knew.

A vegetative mother? Depression? A single mother? How was that possible?

I don’t know what Nash uncovered in his investigation, but when he appeared at my door again, his eyes were bloodshot and he looked haggard.

“Sienna. I’m sorry. I didn’t know…”

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