Stop It, She’s Remarrying (Fia and Conrad) novel Chapter 460

Chapter 460

“It hurts!”

“You know that it hurts too?” But Peter didn’t stop after that. Instead, he exerted more force to crush Esme’s leg.

“This is my last warning. If you start any trouble and provoke anyone again, I’ll personally send you to Conrad Maxwell!”

He moved his foot away and then squatted down, holding her red face. “Also, take good care of your face. If you drink any more wine, you’ll definitely fall your plastic surgery and your face will end up destroyed!”

Esme’s chest tightened and she grabbed Peter’s wrist.

“Don’t you like me? Love me?”

Peter’s eyes narrowed and looked at her quietly.

“I’m curious. You love me so much… Why must you change my face to someone else’s?”

“That’s because…” He swallowed. “Changing that face of yours can save your

life!”

He held her chin tightly. “Now, calm yourself down. If you go crazy again, I’ll abandon you too!”

With that, he bent over and bit her red lips until it bled.

The only reason that he chose Britney to be her scapegoat was because her lips were similar to Esme’s. At least, they could save her lips from any plastic surgery.

The scent of rusted iron filled their mouths. Britney’s face flashed through Peter’s mind, and there was a little bit of regret in his heart.

He suddenly pushed Esme away before going upstairs.

Esme looked at the man’s figure as she bit her lips. The more painful her lips were, the more blood flowed, and the more intense her hatred was.

After a long, long time, she rubbed away the blood from her mouth and mumbled, “Fia… You made me into a monster. Don’t worry. When I get back, I’ll skin you alive!”

“Ahchoo!”

Fia sneezed and Conrad nervously stood up.

“Are you cold?”

Fia shook her head and massaged her neck.

“No.”

Conrad quickly covered her with a blanket, but she pushed it away.

“It’s hot. It’ll hurt my back from brushing against the wounds too.”

She remembered what that man had said in the car. He said that she had offended someone.

That she didn’t know her place.

Conrad massaged the center of his forehead and said, “I’m sorry, Fia. I dragged you into this.”

“This has nothing to do with you.” She held onto his sleeves and said gently, “It’s his own fault that he didn’t know how to budget his money. That he didn’t know how to be responsible for his own life. You compensated him already.

“But… Doesn’t it feel like something doesn’t add up? Why didn’t he call you for the money?”

“According to Silas, he said that he was going to drive to River Fane before calling me. But he never made it there.”

Fia nodded. She didn’t want to continue this topic anymore. She didn’t want Conrad to feel regretful about this.

“I’m hungry now. I want beef stew as well as garlic and pepper prawns!”

“No s*icy food.”

“But the food’s so bland!”

Conrad bent over closer, and his breath touched her face.

Fia’s heart trembled and she looked away, worried that he would figure out something was wrong.