But of course, if Nancy really took the next step, Charles wouldn't just stand still and let Nancy kill him.
When he slightly lowered his eyes, he saw how Nancy's hand trembled as she held the knife. Then he looked at her face that was now covered with sweat.
Well, he hadn't been nervous yet. How could Nancy be so nervous like this?
A faint sneer appeared on Charles' face.
Seeing the mockery in his eyes, Nancy thought that Charles really looked down upon her.
It ignited the fire of anger in her heart. The next second, she let the blade sank, and blood seeped out from Charles' neck.
The moment he felt it, Charles’ brows furrowed. He opened his mouth to say something, but he decided not to, so he swallowed instead.
As a doctor who often used a scalpel, Nancy was already used to seeing blood. But when she saw the blood on Charles' neck, she almost fainted.
Her grip on the knife loosened, so it fell on the floor with a clang.
Slowly, she stepped back until the back of her thighs touched the edge of the bed. She sat down and covered her face with her hands dejectedly. "I... I can't kill you. You can go now. I don't want to see you anymore."
"You are mine, and I belong to you. Where do you want me to go?" Using his fingers, Charles touched the wound on his neck. It was just a very thin wound, so it didn't hurt much.
There was only a little trace of blood on his fingers, which meant Nancy did not use much strength.
"You can go anywhere as long as I don't see you," said Nancy weakly.
Although Nancy couldn’t see him, he still gave her an overbearing look. "I've told you that you won't be able to get rid of me for the rest of your life. Whether you love me or not, you must stay with me."
"You have a better choice. Why do you make things difficult for me?" What Nancy felt was so overwhelming that she suddenly burst into tears.
In an instant, Charles felt his heart twitch in pain. If there was one thing he couldn't stand, that was Nancy's tears.
"In the future, I may go to see Brandy, but it has nothing to do with you. But don't worry. Your position in the Fu family will always be yours. It can only be yours." Charles took a tissue and wiped the wound gently. "Nancy, you are more vicious than I imagined!"
Hearing this made Nancy put down her hands that covered her face. She smiled bitterly and asked, "Am I vicious? Why didn't I kill you?"
"I've given you a chance. If you can't kill me this time, you won't have a chance in the future."
"Please let me go back to work. I beg you, Charles." Finally, Nancy admitted that she had lost.
But she couldn't lose her job. She loved her career. She had promised to devote her whole life to it.
It was impossible for her to be a housewife. She had been trapped at home for only one day yesterday, and she almost went crazy. If she repeated it day by day, her life would be dim and miserable.
There was never a time that she wished to have that kind of life. That kind of life was too desperate, and it was no different from death.
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