Chapter 1233

Chapter 1233After all, Natalie was already by his side, and he had plenty of time to win her over.
However, never in his wildest dreams had Sean ever expected her to get physical with him.
He raised his hand and showed her the blood on it, motioning for her to look. “Natalie, you're the first
woman who dared to hit me!”
Natalie's face was as pale as a sheet. “Why couldn't I hit you when you wanted to force yourself on
me? You deserved it!”
When Sean heard that, his eyes narrowed into slits. “I deserved it, huh? In that case, why should I still
restrain myself? I should just take you! Otherwise, how is this injury on my head worth it?”
After saying that, he snickered coldly and dropped his hand from his head, allowing the blood on his
head to flow down freely. With a wicked smile, he stalked toward Natalie.
Natalie's heart clenched, and she darted her eyes around for some weapon even as she retreated to
the side.
Out of the blue, she glimpsed a small fruit knife on the fruit platter on the other side of the coffee table.
This chapter upload first at NovelEbook.OrgThe instant she saw the fruit knife, it was as though she saw her lifeline. She quickly dashed over and
snagged the fruit knife, gripping it with both hands, the sharp end pointed at the man. “Don't come any
closer! If you do, I'll use this on you!”
Seeing her hands trembling as she held the knife, Sean smirked disdainfully. “Look at your hands,
Darling. Can you really stab me when they're shaking so much?”
Natalie's mouth opened, but no words came.Indeed, she couldn't bring herself to do so.
She hadn't even slaughtered a chicken before, much less stabbed someone.
She was merely threatening to do so in hopes of forcing the man back, scaring him into keeping his
distance from her.
But judging from the situation, he wasn't afraid of the knife in her hands. Instead, he continued moving
toward her.
When Natalie saw that he wasn't backing off, her hands shook even greater. “Stop! I'm telling you to
stay back, Sean! Do you hear me?”
“Nope! Besides, I want to see whether you'll kill me.” Sean continued pressing forward with a smile.
Natalie's face drained of all color.
Is he insane that he wants to see whether I'll kill him? Yes, I indeed don't dare to hurt him. However, no
one knows what will happen if I'm backed into a corner! I've seen people without the guts to commit
murder cross that line when they ended up at the end of their rope. I don't want to kill him, but if he
really wants to force himself on me, I must force myself to do so in order to protect myself!
As her thoughts wandered, the man reached her.
She couldn't retreat anymore, for the icy wall was at her back.
Sean slapped a hand against the wall with a bang, sandwiching her between him and the wall. He
lowered his head and stared at her. “I'm right before you now, Darling. Do you dare to stab me?”
Natalie said nothing, her hands shaking so badly that the knife almost slipped out of them.
Upon seeing that, Sean reached out to take the knife away.Natalie, however, thought that he wanted to make a move against her. In her panic, she shrieked and
thrust the knife forward.
At that, Sean's pupils constricted, and he swiftly dodged sideways.
While he did so in time, he was still injured.
The sharp knife grazed his arm, cutting his sleeve. Bright red blood seeped out, dripping onto the floor
and dyeing a massive portion of the carpet red.
Entirely stumped, Sean dipped his head and gaped at his arm.
Just now, he was sure that she wouldn't dare use the knife, but he then realized that his presumption
was far off the mark.
She truly used the knife on me.
He wasn't the only one surprised, for even Natalie herself couldn't believe that she actually hurt
someone.
Relief suffused her when she noticed that she only grazed his arm.
Phew! Fortunately, I didn't really kill someone! While I indeed wish to kill him, I still can't bring myself to
do it when it comes down to it. Of course, I might be able to do it at the height of fury with all my sanity
long gone. Nonetheless, I still have a shred of sanity left, so I can't do it. Even in the former situation, I'll
never be able to accept having killed someone when reason comes back to me.