He Married My Parents' Killer, Then Regretted It

Chapter 5 The Wrong Rescue

Adrian's eyes narrowed to slits. "Cordelia, what the hell do you think you're doing!"

She raised an eyebrow and let out a light chuckle. "See that? This time, the hot water actually came from me."

With that, she snatched up her bag and walked out.

She had barely stepped out of the coffee shop when Adrian caught up and cornered her at the street bend.

He advanced on her step by step, breathing so hard it was like sparks were about to fly.

"Beatrice has already suffered enough. What the f**k do I have to do to get you to stop hurting her?"

Cordelia curled her lips into a smirk. "I made it crystal clear—break up with me and give me back my parents' company."

"Break up? Don't even think about it," Adrian snorted coldly.

In the dim night light, Adrian's eyes were dark and unreadable. "I swore in front of your parents' graves that nothing but death would ever separate us in this lifetime."

Beatrice, who had stumbled out after them, must have overheard something. She rushed over and dropped to her knees at Cordelia's feet with a thud.

Tears streamed down her face like a tragic beauty, as if she had suffered the world's greatest injustice. "Cordelia, please don't break up with Adrian! I never meant to come between you two! The wedding... I don't want it anymore! Losing the use of my legs is my own fault—it's just my fate! I'll leave, okay? I'll walk away from Adrian and go somewhere no one knows me and disappear. Please, just stop hurting him like this!"

Her acting was fake as hell, but the pain in Adrian's eyes was real.

Under the yellowish streetlights, Cordelia could clearly see the fury swirling in his gaze—half shattered heartbreak, half a fire that wanted to swallow everything whole.

He really did love Beatrice like she was his whole damn life.

Cordelia gave a mocking curl of her lips and turned to leave.

She had just turned when a blinding headlight beam hit her, followed by the screech of tires.

"Beatrice, watch out!"

Before she could react, the force of Adrian diving toward Beatrice slammed her straight into the out-of-control car!

There was a deafening crash, and Cordelia went flying.

She hit the ground hard. Warm blood trickled down from her temple.

Through the blood slowly flooding her vision, she saw Adrian cradling Beatrice protectively in his arms.

Beatrice hadn't even gotten a scratch, not a single hair out of place, yet Adrian's voice cracked with pain. "Beatrice, I won't let you talk about leaving... As long as I'm still breathing, I'll protect you for the rest of my life. Please, don't leave me..."

As her consciousness faded, Cordelia saw a flash of that boy from five years ago at her parents' graves, holding her the exact same way and swearing to heaven and earth.

"As long as I'm alive, I'll protect Cordelia for the rest of my life!"

Turns out his "rest of my life" had only ever been meant for Beatrice.

For her, it had been nothing but five years of lies.

Cordelia closed her eyes and slipped into darkness.

When she opened her eyes again, everything was a blinding white.

The sharp smell of disinfectant hit her nose. Before she could even process it, a burning pain all over her body yanked her fully awake.

She tried to sit up and saw thick bandages wrapped around her arms and thighs.

A nurse rushed in and quickly pushed her back down onto the bed.

"You absolutely cannot move right now! Stay down, you just had skin grafts done. You really don't treat your body like it's yours at all..."

Cordelia cried out in shock, thinking she must have misheard. "What did you just say? Skin grafts?"

"That's right." Adrian walked in with his hands shoved in his pockets.