Top Assassin with Superpowers Reborn novel Chapter 67

Chapter 67 Confessions

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He looked back at her, just as serious. His deep eyes were steady and unwavering. No flowery declarations of love just two words, breathed slowly from his lips. “I do.”

“But do you know who I used to be?”

“Don’t need to.”

She let out a bitter laugh. “I’ve killed so many people. My hands are soaked in blood. They call me an emotionless devil. Little kids cry when they hear my name.”

Andrew’s voice turned cold. “I’m no saint either. They say I’m a psycho, a monster, a curse. Maggie, we’re perfect for each other.”

Margaret fell silent in the darkness.

After a moment, she stretched out her long leg and tapped Andrew’s thigh lightly, curious. “How’d you end up in the wheelchair?”

Andrew hesitated briefly, then spoke in a calm tone-like he was talking about someone else’s life. “My dad broke my legs when I was six.”

Margaret thought that if he could stand, he’d be a total tall, hot guy. He’d been disabled since he was six- meaning he’d spent twenty years in that chair. Only he knew the pain and suffering he’d endured.

For some reason, a surge of anger and killing intent rose in her chest.

Her eyes turned cold, her words shocking. “I wanna kill your dad.”

This man-my man-turned into a cripple because of that bastard. He deserves to die.

Andrew’s expression flickered. Strangely, her words wrapped his cold heart in a warm glow.

Few people had ever stood up for him like that.

He spoke calmly, but there was an arrogant, king-like cruelty in his tone. “No need. I already killed him when I was 18.

“Maggie… do you think I’m too ruthless?”

He’d never cared what anyone thought of him. But right now, he needed to know her opinion.

His face stayed neutral-he was used to hiding everything, to showing no emotion.

Margaret glanced at him. His eyes were too deep to read, but she didn’t bother trying.

She just smiled. “Andrew, you did the right thing. Anyone who hurts you deserves to die.”

At her words, the calm in Andrew’s eyes finally broke, Clearly, her answer made him happy.

She didn’t try to “save” him; she didn’t arrogantly try to pull him out of the dark. She chose to fall into the darkness with him.

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Chapter 67 Confessions

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After a while, Margaret’s leg brushed against his thigh. Her voice was lazy and seductive. “Any reaction down there?”

Andrew stared at her playful, tempting foot-small, perfect, like polished jade. His eyes darkened. “My legs don’t work, but that part does.”

Margaret was lost for words.

This guy is way too honest sometimes.

“Andrew, give me some time. I’ll fix your legs.”

There was a hint of tenderness in her eyes. She wanted to see him stand up-he’d look even more handsome.

Her superpowers weren’t fully recovered yet. Plus, his legs had been damaged for so long-fixing them would need her superpowers and a few rare herbs.

Those herbs only grew in the most dangerous places, and her current body couldn’t survive a trip there.

Andrew didn’t react much. He just said casually, “Whatever makes you happy.”

Margaret frowned at his response. Her tone turned cold. “You don’t believe me?”

He didn’t lie. “A little.”

He’d seen countless famous doctors. All of them had thrown up their hands in defeat.

Is he doing this on purpose to piss me off?

“You have such a way with words, Andrew.” She sounded like she was praising him, but it was clearly

sarcasm.

Andrew furrowed his brows, like he didn’t catch the sarcasm. His deep, sexy voice was persuasive and tempting. “Maggie, why don’t you taste my lips? They’re even sweeter.”

Margaret had never cared for sweet talk.

But right now, the scent of his blood filled her nose, making her head spin. His words suddenly made perfect sense.

She stood up, hooked a finger under his chin like a queen claiming her king, and kissed his thin lips.

His lips were cold-an addictive feeling.

The constant scent of his blood was like an aphrodisiac, making her lose herself in the kiss. She took the lead, deepening it.

“Andrew, I wanna taste your blood.”

Her beautiful face was flushed, making her look even more irresistible. Her cold voice turned soft and lingering-sweet enough to melt bones.

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Margaret Tucker AKA Lord Reaper