When There Is Nothing Left But Love novel (Ashton and Scarlett ) novel Chapter 1785

“Really?” I put my hands down and walked toward him while refusing to believe in superstitions. Then, I walked around him in circles. Nathaniel’s eyes were subconsciously glued to me.

I stopped right behind him. “In that case, wouldn’t I die even earlier?”

While I was speaking, I reached out to touch his right hand.

The moment our skin made contact, Nathaniel’s reaction was exactly the same as Ashton’s. He pulled his hand away abruptly and turned toward me in shock.

“What are you doing?” Nathaniel queried.

“I’m just doing what lovers should do to each other. Since you’re so clueless, don’t you think I should take the lead?” I stared at him affectionately as if I had fallen for him.

However, what I really wanted was to tear him apart.

Nathaniel was still in shock. His facial expression was of a person who had just gotten taken advantage of. Something remained unchanged, though. His eyes were still filled with evil intentions, and he was like an impatient monster ready to pounce at any moment.

Fortunately, it wouldn’t work on me. After all, once the monster was all softened up, it was harmless.

While he was looking at me, I stared back with a grin. “I’m guessing that you’ve never laid a finger on a woman before?”

Nathaniel shrugged. “You guessed wrong.”

I was wondering why he was speaking with such a snobbish tone. Or perhaps, that was just how men were when they talked to the opposite sex.

Without giving him time to react, I looked down and mumbled, “It’s okay. It’s better this way, I guess. I understand that everyone has their own past. I have no right to ask anything of you.”

My words had just implied Nathaniel’s purity as a dark past which he couldn’t bring himself to admit. Not only that, I’d said it in a way that portrayed myself as an inferior lady who craved for nothing but his love.

But in reality, I was only luring him closer, so I could cause him the pain he had never felt before.

After all, true hunters would often present themselves as prey.

“I…” Nathaniel was about to explain, but then he changed his tone and coldly said, “It’s good that you know. I’m not a man that can be easily fooled by you.”

Still refusing to give in, are you, Mr. Hall? But too bad, it’s too late now. Once I heard he had the intention to draw a line between us, I stopped acting desperate and put on a straight face. I stood up bearishly and started walking out while saying, “Fine then. Treat it as I was overthinking.”