The Divorced Heiress Revenge (Bella Thompson) novel Chapter 2216

Christopher was not going to touch her at all.

That was because he loved her so much that he was afraid of hurting her. He did not have the heart to do so.

Furthermore, he was just as much aware of how informal and improper the wedding was. It was completely absurd to begin with.

However, he could not accept that Bella would not at least go along with the arrangement, knowing that he was nearing his death.

He was anguished that she would not do the bare minimum for him.

Bella watched as he removed his shirt and exposed the pale white skin of his chest.

Beads of sweat trickled down his body, which was flushed red from the excitement coursing through his veins.

Her eyes widened in horror while her cheeks flushed red from a mix of horror and embarrassment.

The pain was beyond description. She could feel every pore of her skin and every inch of her nerves burning.

Christopher shifted his bony fingers toward her nightgown and prepared to tear it off.

Just as he was about to do so, he caught a gleam of light reflected off a metallic surface. His breathing stopped in an instant.

Bella produced a sharp knife out of nowhere and pressed it against his chest before he could even react.

She only needed to nudge the blade forward to plunge it into his heart!

“Bella, where did you get this from?’ After Christopher recovered from his shock, he smiled gently and seemed bizarrely composed.

“If you dare to touch me... I will kill you!”

Bella's eyes were red while she cried out at the top of her lungs. Her fingers trembled as they tightened around the knife.

The other day, when she went to see Jace, he had forgotten to put away the fruit knife he used to cut apples with and left in a hurry. She took the chance to swipe the knife and kept it under her pillow the entire time.

Christopher had injected her with a small amount of anesthetic. Though she could still manage small movements, she could hardly exert any strength.

This gesture alone had used up all her strength.

If Christopher touched her at all, she swore that she would kill him.

Christopher grinned. An eerily tender look came upon his eyes as he began to lean forward again.

He slowly pressed down on her, allowing the tip of the blade to sink into his flesh.

“You…?!” Bella was so astounded that she could hardly hold the knife steady.

“Bella, I don’t have long to live anyway.” Christopher shuddered from the pain while blood slowly streamed from the tip of the knife. “I have a terminal illness, and I am going to die soon. Will you at least offer me some comfort in my final moments?”