Chapter 8

During my hospital stay, Blake came to visit a few times, but I always turned him away, saying visiting hours were over.

After being discharged, I moved in with Ethan, avoiding everything related to Blake.

One evening, I returned home to get a bracelet. As I opened the door, I found myself staring into a pair of sinister eyes.

Blake was sitting on the living room sofa, the wall light casting a long, thin shadow behind him.

"Aria James, are you avoiding me?"

His voice was low.

My heart skipped a beat, but I suppressed my panic and forced a smile.

"You're overthinking."

"I hope so!"

He stood up, his shadow looming over me. His brows furrowed, a storm brewing in his eyes.

"My wedding with Olivia is imminent. I don't want any more tricks!"

"Then congratulations on your upcoming marriage."

I looked straight into his eyes, my tone calm.

He stared at me, as if trying to see through me.

Finally, his gaze fixed on my neck.

"What's wrong with your neck? Did you strain it again?"

He reached out, gripping my chin and forcing me to lift my head.

I panicked and raised my hand to cover the suggestive kiss marks on my neck.

I stepped back, trying to create distance, but he grabbed my wrist, his grip so tight it felt like he might crush my bones.

"It's none of your business!"

I shook off his hand, my tone icy.

Blake's face darkened to an extreme, his whole body radiating danger.

A strong sense of unease rose in my heart. Not wanting to engage with him any further, I turned and fled back to my bedroom.

From the corner of my eye, I caught a glimpse of a figure flashing behind the curtain on the second floor.

Olivia was hiding behind the window, staring at me, her eyes filled with malice and distortion.

The next afternoon, I dressed up carefully and went out to watch a movie with Ethan.

Walking through the yard in my high heels, I saw that red sports car.

Olivia was sitting in the driver's seat, taking selfies with her phone.

After the movie, I returned home. Just as I walked into the living room, a voice rang out.

"Aria James! You vicious woman! Olivia almost died because of your perfume! Are you satisfied now?!"

Blake rushed up to me, grabbing my shoulders and shaking me violently.

I felt dizzy from his shaking. Frowning, I asked in confusion,

"What perfume? What are you talking about?"

"Still playing dumb?!"

Blake roared, shoving me onto the couch.

Then his body pressed down, pinning me to the sofa.

At that moment, my phone rang, the screen flashing "Boyfriend".