Married at First Sight (Serenity and Zachary) novel Chapter 4181

Married At First Sight Chapter 4181 

Chapter 4181 

Kathryn looked up at Pedro. “I want to touch your face,” she said. 

Pedro’s expression was tense, his features hardened with anger. But after a moment, he leaned down, letting her reach him easily. 

She ran her fingers across his face. “Your face is as hard as marble. So handsome, yet so rigid. I don’t like seeing you like this. I prefer when you’re gentle, like jade.” 

Pedro’s voice was low and firm. “Miss, I’m not gentle like jade.” 

Years of brutal training at the base had shaped him into a hardened soldier. Gentleness was not in his nature. 

Yet, when he was in a good mood, his sharp edges softened. 

To her, he was always handsome, always polite. To her, he was gentle like jade. 

And as she spoke, the tension in his face eased. 

“Pedro, don’t be angry,” Kathryn said, her tone light. “Look at me—I’m fine. I still have both my legs, my arms, and my head. They didn’t chop me up and feed me to the fish. I knew their timing. I let them scratch my arm, nothing more. They were first-time killers, inexperienced and mentally weak. They panicked and only managed to scratch me. I screamed on purpose—scared my eldest brother so much that he dropped the kitchen knife.” Pedro was speechless. With a flick of his fingers, he tapped her forehead. 

“Miss, do you even hear yourself?” 

Kathryn’s eyes sparkled mischievously. “Of course, I do.” 

She knew her brothers had never killed anyone before. 

Neither had she. 

The villagers were the only ones who ever intervened, stopping the beatings when they could. 

After too many complaints, even from the village head and the Women’s Federation, her mother stopped hitting her in public. 

But the abuse continued behind closed doors. 

Her adoptive brothers beat her too. 

No matter how hard she worked, no matter how much she did for them, the beatings never stopped. 

Other mothers loved their children. 

Hers never did. 

And at a young age, she was forced to accept that cruel reality.