Snare of Love novel Chapter 347

Just as she was trying to detonate the bomb, Armand rushed over and kicked the detonating device out of her hand. He squatted down and took her by the throat, "Go to hell!"

Phoebe didn't struggle, but instead, she smiled creepily.

The glow in Armand's eye dimmed. He realized that she must have some backup plan since she dared to put herself in this dangerous state. Instead of choking her to death, he slammed her head onto a corner. With a loud bang, blood sprayed out from Phoebe's forehead, and she fainted on the spot.

Armand went back to Theresa and tried to help her up. Theresa pushed him away and said, "You should go."

Armand was caught unprepared by the push and sat down on the ground. He looked at Theresa astonishedly, "You..."

Theresa helped herself up with difficulty and glimpsed towards him. "I don't need your fake benevolence and don't touch me too. It makes me feels sick, makes me feel like vomiting."

Armand knew that whatever he said would be in vain. His actions and decisions had already hurt her deeply.

Before that, he wanted to tell her, if anything happened to her, he would die along with her.

He didn't have a choice just now.

"I'm sorry, but you are injured now, so I'm going to bring you to the hospital." Armand didn't care about her rejection and carry her up in his arms. Then, he realized there was something beside her waist. He lowered his head and saw a bomb tied to her waist.

The numbers on the bomb were constantly ticking off. The time on the bomb timer was reducing with every tick.

He raised his head and meet her lifeless gaze.

Theresa's throat was very dry, and her voice was hoarse, "If you don't want to die, let go of me and leave right now."

Armand put her down onto the deck. However, he did not leave. Instead, he went to examine the bomb, finding ways to remove it. "I will not let you die alone. I'll accompany you."

Theresa leaned weakly on the cold and filthy bulkhead, "You think I will forgive you if you say that? Armand, I will never forgive you in my life."

Armand lowered his head and said, "I know."

Theresa looked at his face under his untidy hair and slowly closed her eyes. She didn't want to see this man ever again.

He could try to dismantle the bomb. Even though he had no confidence, but there was still a sliver of a chance.

"Don't worry, I definitely can..." He raised his head and saw that Theresa had already closed her eyes and wasn't looking at him. He felt miserable in his heart, but he knew this was not a time for sentimentalities. The most important thing was to rescue her first.

He went outside to look for pliers. He searched the whole boat but he couldn't find it. He went back into the cabin, found a rusty toolbox in a narrow and remote corner, and opened it with an iron stick. Needless to say, this toolbox was hardly used, and it was stained with seawater all the time, therefore the iron skin of the toolbox was all covered in rust. Luckily, the tools inside were quite comprehensive. He took the pair of pliers and ran to Theresa. "I found the pliers."

At this moment, he found out that Theresa was already very feeble. She didn't even have the strength to open her eyelids, looking like a withering flower that had lost of all its former vigor. Armand stood there in a trance, thinking what would happen to him do if she really died here.

At that moment, he felt a heart-throbbing pain as if uncountable needles instantly stabbed into his heart at the same time.

He caressed her face and made up his mind in his heart. If they got out here alive, he must confess to her and redeem his sins. He would do absolutely anything to get her forgiveness.

He looked at the four wires on the bomb. His hand that was holding the pliers was shaking uncontrollably because his decision meant life and death for both of them.

However, the timer was still reducing by every second, and the detonating time was getting closer as well. He didn't have any excess time to think about which wire to cut, and sweats poured down from his forehead.

He gritted his teeth and chose the red wire. He closed his eyes, clasped the pliers in his hands, and decisively cut the wire. With a snap, the red wire broke in half.

However, the timer was still going on. Armand was utterly anxious at this moment.

"Just go now and leave me alone." Theresa's weak voice sounded like a mosquito, but Armand could still hear her. He didn't know why, but listening to her asking him to leave, made his heart pain as if he couldn't breathe.