The Love I Begged For Was Never Real novel Chapter 377

Nora was forced to lift her head, her thin collar gripped tightly in Gideon's hand, choking her until she could barely breathe.

Her gaze pierced through hazy tears, meeting directly with Gideon's bloodshot eyes.

Large teardrops rolled uncontrollably down her swollen, bruised cheeks, smashing onto the back of the man's vein-popping hand.

The surging hatred in the depths of his eyes was like a roaring fire, burning all the warmth into flying ash completely devoid of temperature.

He hated the assassins who set the trap and were paid to kill, but at this very moment, he hated her more—the one who should have died on the rooftop but survived.

He said he would rather the one who died be Nora.

"I already told you, the person who arranged for someone to drug you in the private room at the club wasn't Giselle at all!"

Gideon's hands gripping her collar trembled violently due to extreme fury, the veins bulging one by one on the back of his hands, as if he would rip her thin clothing to shreds.

"In the club's private room, the one who arranged for that Winston Walsh to drug you and wanted to ruin you wasn't Giselle at all!"

"I had already stayed up all night investigating the audio recordings and evidence clearly. It was those people who deliberately set a trap to sow discord between us. But what about you?"

The man let out a self-deprecating loud laugh, his laughter sounding exceptionally desolate in the dim, dead silent study.

"But what about you? Nora, you jealous lunatic, you didn't even take a single look, yet you insisted on pinning all the blame and pouring all the dirty water onto Giselle's head!!"

"Nora, you did it on purpose, didn't you?"

Gideon tightened his arms somewhat neurotically, violently pulling Nora's entire body closer from the cold carpet. His breathing was heavy, the hatred in his eyes almost manifesting into actual blades.

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