บททั้งหมดของ The Man Who Killed Me Wants My Hand: บทที่ 71 - บทที่ 80

Linora's eyes widened in shock as she felt a warm, wet sensation on the palm of her hand.Skyden—with his increasingly shameless behavior—was actually licking the palm of Linora's hand that was covering her lips."Skyden!" Linora gasped, her voice catching in her throat. This man was completely crazy!Skyden, however, chuckled softly, flashing a faint smile filled with satisfaction at his wife's startled reaction. His dark eyes sparkled mischievously, showing no sign of backing down."Stop it!" Linora exclaimed, trying to push Skyden's face away even harder.But instead of backing off, Skyden stuck his tongue between Linora's fingers, deliberately brushing against her fingers, sending a subtle, electrifying shiver down her spine.His deep, mischievous gaze locked directly onto Linora's eyes. At the same time, Skyden's free right hand moved nimbly to wrap around her waist, pulling her body closer until leaving almost no distance between them.Linora's breath caught in her throat. "Skyd

Stilliam was wearing an immaculate black suit, looking calm and stiff as usual—except for the sharp glint in his narrowed eyes as he stared at Skyden."You set me up, Wolfe," Stilliam said flatly as the elevator began to descend.Skyden raised one eyebrow, his arms casually folded. "What do you mean?"Stilliam let out a short sigh, shifting his gaze to the elevator's stainless steel walls. "Karina..."His sentence hung in the air. Stilliam didn't finish it.Skyden snorted softly. "Huh? I don't think I did anything wrong. I knew you liked my cousin, which is why I asked you to work with me.""But you didn't tell me she's transgender!" Stilliam cut in quickly.His tone rose—the first burst of frustration Linora and Skyden had ever heard from the man known for his lack of emotion.Skyden replied with an innocent, utterly relaxed expression, "You didn't ask."Stilliam pressed his lips together, his expression betraying deep frustration he was struggling desperately to contain.Linora, who

"If you don't plan on eating it, why are you still staring at it? Just give it to me." Stilliam reached out for the pack of pink candy on the glass table, but Luna moved quickly to pull it into her arms."It's up to me."Stilliam snorted. He turned and walked toward the kitchen, loosening his tie, which felt like it was choking him after his futile fight with Bentley in the parking lot earlier.Luna watched her brother's every move. With a calm expression, she tore open the plastic wrapper, popped a chewy piece of candy into her mouth, then followed Stilliam as he opened the refrigerator door.He seemed different this morning—distracted, curt, and his emotions were clearly all over the place."What's wrong with you?" Luna asked in a flat tone as she leaned against the kitchen counter. "You look strange. Did you just get dumped?" Luna was just speaking off the cuff; she hadn't reflected on her own misfortune.Stilliam stood motionless in front of the open refrigerator door. "It'd be be

Bentley Liu's POVThe nonsense Simon spouted that day really made me sick.It was so sweet when he said he liked me just the way I am. Bullshit! As soon as he found out the truth about me, the insults and looks of disgust came pouring out.Weird. Why does this feeling bother me? From the very beginning, I was just using him. Damn it, I actually got carried away. Is this karma for forgetting my goal of getting revenge?But I don't think Mrs. Elena would approve if I sought revenge on her behalf. The matriarch is just too… kind.Of course, I was the one who decided to break up with him and walk out of his life.The resentment is still there, of course. True… this isn't any kind of feeling, just annoyance at being deceived by his sweet words.But whatever. I have my own luxury apartment, house, and hilltop villa—why should I mourn over some ex-jerk?Well… even though deep down, I did it so he wouldn't have to deal with Mr. Darius. Even though he's a jerk… I got a lot from Simon. Even if

Linora Vance's POVThe screen of the phone on my lap dimmed for the tenth time in the last hour.Behind the app interface I'd hidden in an encrypted folder, that little green dot was still blinking slowly. It was the GPS tracker on Skyden's phone that Noah had set up at my request—access I should have deleted long ago but forgot to do so. I didn't know I'd end up using this again.The places Skyden was visiting were lawless; I didn't know what he was doing there, but I definitely had a bad feeling about it.Especially after waking up from that nightmare in the apartment earlier this morning—a harrowing dream where our identities were exposed on the dark web, I was cornered, and Alaric Crowe plunged his knife into Skyden's blood-soaked neck—that uneasy feeling has been gnawing at my chest.My death date on this timeline has indeed passed without incident, but that's precisely what's making me even more paranoid. What about Skyden? Has the countdown to his death only just begun?My fing