Kill Me, Heal Me

Chapter 32 The sense

The outstretched hand trapped Belle’s action and then she glanced aside with her eyes, there is no chance to escape at all. Her eyes became wispy because of the high-temperature fever and then she tried to pull her attention back, “What do you want to ask?”

What else did he want to ask her?

Or maybe he wanted to ask if she set up May or not as the same question in the past if she said no, wouldn’t it be the same result again?

She was really tired and no longer wanted to hear the same question. Belle groped that if he asks again and then she will admit it that she had harmed May and their babies.

He noticed that she was distracted and Ethan’s body suddenly leaned forward. She saw that his left arm was supporting on the screen behind her and the other hand holding her shoulder, Belle’s body shook heavily and tried to hide back like a shocking rabbit.

“Don’t move!”

She dared not move.

Belle’s behave was like a huge disaster is coming and she tried to avoid her enemies like avoiding snakes and scorpions, that made Ethan felt more disgusting. Was she really afraid of him?

Not necessarily.

But, she was trying to avoid him and escape from him, every single cell in her body was repelling him… He won’t feel wrong with this. Belle at this moment must wish him to disappear in this world.

Ethan couldn’t tell where the complicated and uncomfortable emotions came from, so he pressed the emotion and raised his hand to touch her face. Under his fingertips, her skin was very dry and he could

feel the vague roughness. He moved his finger slowly down from her forehead and his cold finger flicked across her eyebrows, eyes, the tip of her nose, cheeks and finally stopped on her chin.

His eyes were fixed on her face tightly but it was very calm and full of stiffness without any emotions.

“How did you get the wounds on your face?” The scars looked has been on her face for several years and there was a light coffee colour scar left. The raised marks can still be felt if rubbing there carefully.

There is also a scar on the middle of the forehead which is close to the eyebrow but it usually hides behind her bangs, it can be found out only if you look carefully.

Ethan’s eyes were so harsh.

Belle looked up at him and her heart was calm like the lake, “I accidentally hit something.”

Is it important to know how did I get it?

He just wanted to use another person’s hand to get rid of her and she had to mutilate her most cherished appearance in order to survive. Ethan, all these injuries were given to me by you… This could never be erased in the rest of my lifetime.

A ridiculous smile appeared from his mouth: “Tell the truth.”

“It was just a hit.” She didn’t even blink her eyes.

“On the way to escape?”

Escape… The real master is in the people. The one in front of her is the film king, he could bring people into the direction that he wanted with just a few words.

She didn’t say anything because she couldn’t tell the lies when she opens her eyes. Ethan didn’t let go of the flash of hatred in her eyes, that kind of hate was like touching a nerve and it made him suddenly

feel irritable and uneasy.

Her thin and small chin was pinched in his hand and the other hand was changed to hold her cheek, Belle stiffened her face and panicked for a moment with his intimate movement, this feeling sank again very soon.

“I still can find it if you don’t want to talk. But—” He looked at her eyes and said the words one by one: “I won’t check it and whether you are dead or alive has nothing to do with me. I just hope that you won’t find me any trouble in the next days, you need to make money obediently and then I will let you go when you earn enough money, how about that?”

“Really?” She didn’t trust him.

Ethan’s eyes were deep, “It depends on your performance, if you continue to talk to Levi Song or flirt with other men and try to ask them to get you out of the trouble, the words I just said may not become true.”

Now he talks more than he did five years ago.

Belle started to think about other things again.

Ethan regarded her silence as a silent protest and then he held her cheek with a heavy hand and started to talk in a cold tone: “Do you really want to keep in touch with those men, eh?”

“Ten million dollars, do you want me to sweep in the underground city for the whole life if I don’t dig the money from a man’s pocket?” Belle looked back and sniffed softly: “This is not what you arranged, let me go out to get customers and earn money for you?”

“You have to go die now if I ask!”

He gritted his teeth and there was a haze in his eyes.

Ethan affirmed that he had not kissed Belle or any intimate act five years ago. The most intimate thing they had done was that she suddenly rushed from behind to hug his arm, but it took less than a few seconds and then she was thrown away by him.

What happened? The most intimate contact between them was nothing but the contact on the arm, how could he know the touch of her lips? You can see the shape but about the feeling…

Ethan was taken aback by his thoughts.

Belle didn’t know what he was thinking and then she uncomfortably pursed her lower lip because he was staring at her lip. But it was this movement made Ethan hard to breath.

There was a familiar feeling came to his mind.

The first thing came into his eyes were two lips with almost no blood colour and it was pale and dry, there was still dry skins on her lips, but he suddenly became enchanted and found her lips delicious which made him wanted to bite hard at once.

And then he did so.

Belle’s eyes widened suddenly and her brain became black for a few seconds, she struggled hard after that.

Not only Belle’s head black at this moment, but even Ethan was also so muddled that he couldn’t think for a moment. Content (C) Nôv/elDra/ma.Org.

He didn’t know what was going on and it was conditioned as if the scene had already been embedded in his brain, he first felt familiar and approached and tasted subconsciously. It seemed that she was tempting him, however, Belle did nothing.

Ethan didn’t know that his mind has been control by some fuzzy memories buried deep in the depth of his brain besides his impulse, he just had been defeated by his proud self-control.