Let's Get Married novel Chapter 606

Eunice's entire body is cold. In a daze, she notices nothing behind her. She doesn't wake up until she suffers a kick. Her vision blurs for a moment. After a while, she gradually regains her clarity.

As soon as she opens her eyes, she sees that face with a knife scar. She narrows her eyes. Instinctively, she shrinks back.

"You are still alive." Dalton smiles. The corner of his mouth gets oil stains on it. He caresses Eunice's dirty face. "Are you hungry?"

Dalton rubs her skin with his rough fingers. Eunice feels nauseous. She tilts her head to avoid him and glares at him with alertness and fear.

"You have a violent temper!" Her behavior seems to excite Dalton. He doesn't stop. Instead, he even more unscrupulously strokes her face, from her forehead to her nose. When his swollen fingers are about to touch her lips, Eunice's eyes flash with a fierce light. She bites Dalton, like a rabbit that has been cornered.

Dalton lets out a miserable scream. He doesn't expect Eunice to bite his index finger suddenly and mercilessly. She uses her full strength, and her teeth sink into his flesh. Immediately, an incision is made. Dark red blood flows out from Eunice's lips, which is shocking.

Dalton struggles to get up, but he has no choice but to bend over, for Eunice keeps biting his finger. He then smashes fiercely at Eunice's head. "Damn bitch. How dare you bite me? Let go of me!"

Lowering her head, Eunice clenches her teeth tightly, without any intention to release. Her eyes are now bloodshot and cold.

'I'll bite him to death.'

More and more violent punches are landed on Eunice's head, but she can no longer feel anything. This is the only belief in her mind. Her hands and feet are tied, so she has no other choice but to bite him. Dalton's dirty hands are so disgusting that she almost believes she will die from the touch of his hands.

At the sight of the blood, Eunice gives full vent to her extreme suppression and fear that has tortures her for hours.

Eunice doesn't even have time to think about the consequences. She acts by instinct.

Dalton only feels that his finger is about to be bitten off. Without looking at it, he knows clearly that it must be badly mutilated.

Dalton has been disfigured because of Ryan, so he doesn't want to lose his finger!

As Dalton thinks so, his eyes instantly turn red. He doesn't care about the seriousness of the situation and takes out the phone from his pocket. Then he hits Eunice's head hard with it.

The thud sounds like a blunt instrument is hitting bones. It can be told from the sound that how painful Eunice is.

Eunice feels an intense pain on her forehead. In the next second, the pain spreads to her entire head. Later, it becomes a dull ache.

She relaxes her mouth unconsciously, and then she collapses weakly.

Everything returns to calm.

Dalton hurriedly pulls his finger out of Eunice's mouth. It is stained with her saliva, but the blood mixed with it is even more shocking. He tries to bend his knuckle, but he cannot feel it, as if it is not his.

Is his finger broken?

He suddenly becomes scared. He doesn't even care about dealing with the woman whose forehead is swollen. Dalton curses and walks out, in a hurry to take care of the wound.

The other two men exchange glances. One of them slowly squats down and raises his hand to Eunice's nose. When he feels Eunice's weak breath, he heaves a sigh of relief.

"Fortunately, she's not dead yet!"

"Really?"

The man laughs and wipes his face. "But is he just going to kidnap that woman? Why does it look like he...."

The man pauses, but the look in his eyes reveals everything.

Dalton will kill Eunice.

Such a thought flashes through their minds. Both of them are startled. The drowsiness and the casual manner disappear, and they become serious and nervous.

"I don't think so. He shouldn't have the guts. This is a matter of life and death. He doesn't have the heart to kill her."

"It's hard to say." Another person shakes his head and looks at the distant hilltop. "He even doesn't care about his badly inflamed finger. This person is too vicious."

The topic is too depressing so that neither of them want to continue. They are just about to reach the intersection of the mountain road when they find a small shop owned by a local villager. From afar, they see the villager get off the motorcycle. Probably, he comes to open the door.

"We are lucky."

The two quickly rush over, push open the door and walk in. They stride to the counter and glance at the instant noodles as well mineral water. Then, they point at the blue-colored water bottles. "Give me three bottles."

The boss is a very simple local, wearing a light gray coat. His black hair mixes with some white hair, and his swarthy face is covered with the stubble. However, when he hears this, he looks so nervous. "Is this one?"

The two men quickly look up. They are so alert that they carefully observe the boss' stiff gesture. They look at each other and know that something is wrong. Thus, they intend to run, but a cold and hard object is pressed against their foreheads.

"Raise your hands. Don't move!"