The Love I Begged For Was Never Real novel Chapter 488

Gideon took a large step forward, reaching out with his broad, warm palm to grab Nora's hand.

"Don't be mad. If you want, we can turn the entire second floor into your studio."

The moment his fingers brushed against the edge of her wrist.

The final, taut nerve in Nora's brain snapped.

Years of pent-up resentment and agonizing injustice broke through every dam of reason, flooding out like a torrential wave.

He actually remembered that she liked to draw.

But did he know that back when she used to joyfully bring him her drafts to share, he hadn't even bothered to spare her a single glance?

Did he know how, on all those endless, lonely nights, she had used these once-brilliant hands to cope with the suffocating isolation he forced upon her?

Clenching her jaw, Nora used every ounce of strength in her body to violently throw off his hand.

"Let go!"

The immense recoil sent her stumbling back two steps, her back nearly slamming into the Roman pillar at the edge of the living room.

Gasping heavily for air, her bloodshot eyes locked onto the man in front of her.

"Are you trying to humiliate me?!"

Her shrill scream echoed tragically through the empty hallway, pushed to the absolute limits of fury.

Gideon froze in place, his brow furrowing deeply.

Seeing his bewildered, clueless expression, Nora's lips twisted into a tragic, devastatingly mocking sneer.

She suddenly raised her hands, shoving them right into his line of sight.

The joints of her ten fingers were unnaturally swollen and twisted, the backs of her hands mapped with dark red, aged scars. The muscles, triggered by the violent exertion and phantom pain, were spasming uncontrollably in the air.

Staring dead into his eyes, hers flushed crimson with the most extreme loathing and contempt.

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