Elisa’s eyes were cold, with a poisonous glint deep within them. Facing Elisa in this state, Hamish felt powerless. He had a bad temper and would fight anyone until they submitted to him. His methods were ruthless, and no one dared to confront him so directly.
He could beat up others, but when it came to Elisa, he had just slapped her once and she had collapsed immediately. If he were to strike her again, she would surely shatter.
Hamish spoke up, “If it were someone else, they would have died countless times already. Only you.”
Elisa, filled with anger, laughed mockingly, “So I should thank you for sparing my life? Thank you for your mercy?”
The pain on her face had numbed her entire expression. Even a slight movement of her mouth caused intense pain. Elisa licked her lips and tasted the metallic tang of blood.
With less than two years left to live, and now being struck by Hamish like this, she would eventually die by his hand.
Elisa staggered to her feet, saying dismissively, “If there’s nothing else, go downstairs and spend time with your Lila. My place is too small to accommodate such a Buddha like you.”
“Are you trying to drive me away?”
“Isn’t what I said clear enough? I have to admit, Hamish, you and Lila are truly a perfect match-one blind, the other deaf.”
“Our matter isn’t finished yet, and you want me to leave?” Hamish loosened his tie with a raised hand.
That action made Elisa’s heart skip a beat, and she turned to escape. Her foot barely touched the carpet inside the room when Hamish grabbed her by the long hair at her waist and pulled her into his embrace.
His hand moved down, gripping her slender waist, causing her limbs to go weak from the pain. Elisa couldn’t bear it and tried to dodge backward, but the man grabbed the back of her head and met her with a ruthless and violent kiss.
Elisa’s face turned pale, and her struggles only resulted in rougher treatment. Tears kept streaming down her face.
Hamish glanced at the tears in the corners of her eyes, coldly smiling as he undid his belt and said in a chilling tone, “Save your tears for the bed.”
He held Elisa’s waist, lifted her up, and threw her onto the bed. His tall figure then pressed down on her.
As Hamish reached for her neck with his hand, Elisa lowered her head and bit his hand fiercely.
Hamish’s brows furrowed instantly, but he didn’t dodge and allowed Elisa to vent her anger.
Exhausted both mentally and physically, Elisa had just taken her medication for cancer. She looked up, unwilling, and saw Hamish’s face, unchanged, as if the wind had blown by without leaving a trace. Her jawbone grew increasingly sore, and her throat churned.
At the right moment, Hamish clamped down on Elisa’s jawbone, effortlessly freeing himself and observing the bloody bite marks on his arm.
Elisa proved that even a rabbit could bite. Hamish wiped away the blood at the corner of her mouth and asked hoarsely, “Are you done venting? If so, it’s my turn.”
Elisa’s jawbone throbbed, making it difficult for her to speak for a while. She only stared fiercely at him with her eyes.
Hamish sneered, “Elisa, this fiery temperament of yours is much more interesting than your previous lifeless self! I had planned to deal with you once you recovered, but seeing how spirited you are now, I guess I don’t have to wait!”
With that, he tore apart Elisa’s shirt, and the sound of buttons hitting the floor echoed crisply.
All of Elisa’s resistance beneath Hamish was futile. She hated her own weakness, how easily she was overpowered by him.
When Hamish kissed her, she bit him a few more times, filling her mouth with the taste of blood. She turned her face and spat out a mouthful of blood onto the floor.
The blood trickled from her mouth, down to her earlobe, and landed on the white pillow behind her, like a blooming red plum in a snowy field.
Elisa’s blood had a certain deterrent effect on Hamish. The elements of cruelty disappeared without a trace in an instant. Hamish clamped her jawbone and forced Elisa to open her mouth, checking it roughly.
He thought she had bitten her tongue, but there were no visible injuries on her tongue, and the blood was not coming from her throat. He breathed a sigh of relief.
Elisa seemed to understand his thoughts. She opened her mouth wide, spat a mixture of saliva and blood onto the ground, and said with a mouthful, “What’s wrong? Are you afraid I’ll bite my tongue and kill myself?”