One night Two babies by Liz Pinelis novel Chapter 652

He had only been watching her struggle and found it amusing to tease her, not intending to actually do anything to her.

After all, she was already with him, and he had plenty of time to win her heart.

But she didn't expect her to make a direct move on him!

Ivan raised his hand and exhibited the blood on his hand to Violet, gesturing for her to see it, "Violet, you're the first woman who dared to hit me!"

Violet's face turned pale, "You're going to do something to me, why can't I hit you, you deserve it!"

Ivan's eyes narrowed, "I deserve it, in that case, then why do I have to put up with it? Why not just fuck you, otherwise how can I afford the wound on my head!"

After saying that, he sneered and let his hand down from his head, letting the blood on his head fall down, and walked towards Violet with an evil smile.

Violet's heart contracted violently, backing up to the side as she glanced around to see what other weapons were available.

She saw a fruit tray on the coffee table with a tiny fruit knife on it.

Seeing the fruit knife, as if she saw the straw that saved her life, she ran over and picked it up with one hand, then held it with both hands, the tip of the knife towards Ivan, "Don't come over, if you come over, I will hurt you!"

Looking at Violet's hand that was holding the knife but trembling, Ivan disdainfully hooked his lips, "Baby, look at your hand shaking like this, can you really lay a hand on me?"

"......" Violet's mouth dropped open, unable to speak.

Of course she couldn't.

She's never even killed a chicken, let alone stabbed a person.

She did so in the hope of forcing back Ivan, so that Ivan wouldn't dare to approach her.

But he wasn't afraid of the knife in her hand, instead he continued to walk towards her.

When Violet saw that he didn't hide, her hands shook even more, "Don't come over, Ivan, I told you not to come over, can't you hear me?"

"Can't hear you, and I want to see if you'll kill me or not." Ivan smiled and moved on.

Violet's face turned white.

This man is a psycho, right?

She can't believe he wanted to see if she would kill him.

Yes, she did dare not do it.

But who knows what will happen.

It wasn't as if she hadn't seen a man who was afraid to kill, strike a murderer when he was in a desperate situation.

So she didn't want to kill anyone, but if Ivan really wanted to do that, she would have to force herself to do it in order to protect herself.

As she was thinking, Ivan had already arrived at the front.

And there was no way for Violet to back up, because behind her was the cold wall.

Ivan snapped his hand on the wall, fastening Violet between himself and the wall, looking down at her, "Baby, now that I'm in front of you, do you dare to make a move?"

Violet's hands were shaking so much that she could barely hold the knife, and she didn't say anything.

Seeing this, Ivan reached out and tried to jerk her knife away.

Violet, on the other hand, thought that he was going to make a move on her, and in her haste, she screamed and thrust the knife forward.

When Ivan saw this, his pupils snapped shut, and then he hurriedly dodged to the side.

Although he dodged just in time, he was still injured.

His arm was slipped by the sharp knife, his sleeve was cut, and bright red blood seeped from it, dropping onto the floor, staining a large portion of the carpet.

Ivan froze, looking down at his arm.

A moment ago, he was certain she wouldn't dare move the knife, but now, he found himself wrong.