All Chapters of Fat Girl's Nemesis: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

Linds PovI walked toward him, my steps still unsteady, but I managed to sit down in front of him. He immediately cleaned the wound on my hand, which had already dried, and I knew it was quite deep. Thankfully, the bleeding had stopped, and I only realized then that my left hand really hurt, probably because my adrenaline had been pumping so hard that I hadn't noticed it earlier.When the alcohol-soaked cotton touched my wound, I hissed in pain. It hurt like hell. “Of course it hurts, so don't ever do that again. I don't like it!”I wanted to answer him with something sarcastic or hurtful. As if I cared. If he really had been lying to me, I would never look at him as a man again.“If you really don't like me, or you don't like something I do, just tell me,” he whispered gently. “And if I'm still being stubborn, you can hurt me instead. I'd rather be the one who's hurt, because I can't stand seeing you injured, Linds. I can't bear seeing blood coming out of your body. Do you understand

I walked slowly toward the bedroom door, my heart pounding violently against my ribs. My mind was racing, completely consumed by chaotic thoughts and desperate plans regarding what I should say to Dave. The moment I turned the handle and pushed the door open, a heavy silence instantly fell over the room as every single pair of eyes locked onto me.I stepped forward into the tense atmosphere and cleared my throat softly to break the unbearable silence. "Um... can I speak with Dave for a moment?" I asked, forcing a timid, awkward smile onto my face. I darted a glance toward Lindsay's father, whose expression was deeply strained while his eyes burned with fury aimed directly at Dave.Hoping to defuse the brewing family war, I shifted my gaze toward Lindsay and Nonna. Their previously tense faces visibly relaxed as they offered me soft, encouraging smiles filled with unspoken gratitude. Taking the cue, Dave stood up, his intense gaze fixed entirely on me as he asked, "Where do you want to

Dave really did take me to a beach not far from his condo, and he went straight there after returning home. He made several phone calls along the way, agreeing to a few things, although he never said much beyond, “Yeah…” and “Okay…” He looked genuinely excited about the trip, but wasn’t he always like this?It took less than twenty minutes for Dave to park his car at a luxurious beachfront hotel, one that probably cost thousands of dollars per night. But since Dave was even wealthier than before, I supposed it wasn’t exactly a problem for him. He casually handed his keys to the valet and let them take care of the car.He led me into the lobby, where we were immediately greeted by a formally dressed woman with a wide, professional smile. “Welcome, Mr. Robinson, we’re very honored to have you staying with us,” she greeted him warmly. Dave merely nodded without even looking at her. Huh… typical Dave.He then stepped into the elevator, leaving the two of us alone inside the fragrant littl

I remained silent, my eyes blinking several times as he stood extremely close to me. It was only when his nose touched mine that I finally realized how close he was, and I could feel my brain sending out a danger alarm. “Dave… stop!” I said, holding his shoulders, and both my hands managed to keep him from moving any closer.“Why? Why do I have to stop?”“You promised…” I answered, still holding him back. “I never promised anything…” he challenged.“You did,” I said, beginning to panic. He was bigger than me and obviously much stronger.“I didn’t.” He moved closer again, shifting my hands from his shoulders and placing them behind his neck instead. What the…?! How did he do that, and why hadn’t I even noticed?He smiled, and with both my hands now around his neck, his lips captured mine in a deep kiss. He kissed me slowly, almost as though memorizing the taste and sensation of our lips meeting, while my mind grew hazy and could only remain still, following his movements.The alarm ins

This is the moment of truth! I had already eaten breakfast, and so had Dave, who had ordered the most delicious English breakfast I had ever tasted, although I couldn’t tell whether it was actually that good or whether we were simply starving. I sat on the bed with my phone in my hand, while we were both freshly showered and dressed normally; I wore a floral summer dress, while Dave wore a white collared T-shirt with long jeans.I stared at the phone screen, mentally arranging and rearranging the words I was going to say to Louis. Every possible opening sounded wrong, and the longer I waited, the heavier the guilt sitting in my chest became.Dave had been unusually quiet, answering emails on his laptop beside me. Every now and then, he glanced at me and paused his work, as if he could tell I was fighting an internal battle.“Wish me luck!” I murmured before finally calling him. I had considered sending a message instead, but that felt too cruel, because I knew it would hurt him, and a