Chapter 937
I Chapter 937 Because You're Not Right for Me It was clear what Bianca meant to him.
If John was a demon, then Bianca is like a female Satan in his eyes. She was a ruthless villain who stopped at nothing and was still frightening.
Bianca looked at the man before her and recalled Nancy's frostbitten body. And those wounds...! How could such a coward scare the whole village into not helping Nancy? "I'm telling you, I'm not afraid of you!" As Bianca approached, the man instinctively tried to get up.
But the next moment...
Slap! Aloud slap echoed as Bianca's hand
connected with his face, leaving a trace of blood at the corner of his mouth. Bianca was truly ruthless, especially with those eyes devoid of any warmth, which was terrifying.
Seth watched Bianca with a furrowed brow. Obviously, in Simeria, they had never seen this side of Bianca. She was always righteous and serious.
But who knew she could throw such punches too...! "You..." John covered his face, trying to retaliate, but Bianca grabbed his hand when he raised it! She didn't know where she got the strength from. She twisted his hand with a snap, and the man's cries of pain rang out.
"Arghhhh!" The screams of agony echoed through the entire village. He was always the one hurting others, making them suffer, but who would have thought he would be the
one suffering now? He was experiencing unimaginable pain in the already cold weather.
Bianca looked coldly at the man writhing on the ground. She originally didn't intend to fight back like this, but this man was truly despicable.
So, she attacked without hesitation.
"Get out of here, or I'll kill you!" Bianca's tone was full of danger, and John completely believed she was capable of such things.
Before, why did no one dare to interfere? Because in the eyes of the whole village, John was ruthless.
But now he met someone just as ruthless.
So, he became the one afraid of losing his life.
"Argh!" John scrambled to his feet and quickly ran away. Without looking back, he didn't dare to say a word and just fled.
Watching his retreating figure, Bianca's eyes gleamed with endless malice. But when she turned around, Seth was still there.
"Why are you still here?" Bianca asked.
Obviously, John had come looking for Bianca to teach her a lesson. But since Bianca wasn't home, he got beaten up by Seth! But even someone as fierce as Seth seemed slightly hesitant when facing Bianca now.
"Lord Zane is inside," Seth replied.
Bianca's heart skipped a beat at his words. She didn't know that Zane had been waiting for her in her little wooden house all this time. When she pushed open the door, it was warm inside.
Obviously, Zane had been keeping the fireplace lit.
The man sat at the dining table working.
The sound of the keyboard tapping away echoed in the room, and he had a Bluetooth headset on.
Clearly, Zane hadn't heard the commotion outside just now. But the gust of wind from the door caught his attention. At that moment, his eyes softened. He took off his headphones and looked at Bianca.
"Back already?" Bianca nodded as she entered. It had been three days. Her emotions had calmed down a bit, and at least she wasn't as upset as before.
Zane got up and walked towards her.
Seeing her dressed so lightly, he reproached her with a hint of indulgence.
"You've been out for a few days and didn't bring any warm clothes?" Obviously, for the past few days, Zane had been holding back from going to find her. He knew she was upset about this
incident, so what she needed most now was to be alone.
And now, after three days, was she feeling a bit better? "I'm not cold," Bianca said.
Though she claimed not to be cold, she was actually quite sensitive to the cold. It was just that day she left in a hurry, and with her mind preoccupied, she probably didn't feel the cold, right? Zane pulled her to sit on the sofa by the fireplace. He looked at Bianca and said, "You like it here, don't you?" Bianca looked at Zane, puzzled by his sudden question. Clearly, she didn't understand why he would ask that all of a sudden.
She liked it here, and she came to seclude herself because of it. But now, this place seemed to be beyond her liking.
Seeing Bianca's silence, Zane understood
her thoughts and said, "I know what you're worried about. Don't worry, I'll handle it." "No need. Where I am has nothing to do with you guys!" If she had to avoid things this way, Bianca would naturally spare no effort now.
Zane fell silent, his gaze towards Bianca becoming deeper. And when Bianca looked at him, her eyes were indifferent.
This kind of indifference was exactly the same as when she looked at Malcolm.
"pia! "I think I've said everything I need to say to you, haven't I?" She had made it clear, and she had resolved it cleanly.
""Maybe for you, it was clear. But for me, itwasn't."
"Then tell me what you need so that it can be clear for you?" Clearly, Bianca didn't want any more entanglements with him.
Actually, Zane felt that there was something different. Bianca harbored hatred towards Malcolm over Nancy's incident. Even though Nancy wasn't her relative, seeing her perish like that before her eyes, the level of indifference towards life disgusted Bianca from the depths of her soul. Belongs to (N)ôvel/Drama.Org.
Zane looked at Bianca, his tone somewhat wounded as he asked. "Am I that unforgivable?" "No!" Clearly, although Bianca also disliked Zane, at least he wasn't the same as Malcolm. He wasn't unforgivable. It was her own inability to distinguish between reality and an act, so Bianca herself bore some responsibility for this.
She had always been a person who separated public and private matters, so she didn't harbor the same hatred towards Zane as she did towards Malcolm.
"Since it's not, then why..." Zane trailed off.
""Because you're not right for me. Can you understand that?" Not right for her? In her mind, she easily uttered those three words. But what about the man who was on the receiving end? Bianca also knew what Zane had left behind in Simeria.
"I'm sorry!" But no matter what, all she could offer was this unfamiliar and cold response.
Zane's heart sank continuously.
Bianca saw too clearly, and she knew
exactly why that sadness arose in his eyes. It was precisely because she saw too clearly that she wouldn't give him the response he wanted.