Chapter 628 Xavier Is Dying
As he spoke, his pained expression eased into a smile, but blood gushed from his lips with every word he said.
Terrified by the sight of this, Veronica nearly broke down as feelings of guilt, remorse, self-reproach, and surprise welled up within her. “Shut up and stop talking, will you?!” she chided. Then, she pried another bullet casing open without realizing that her voice was quavering and that she was already on the verge of a breakdown.
Her left arm was wounded, and more blood would flow from the wound as she clutched the bullet in her hand with all her might. However, she couldn’t be bothered about that much. She simply didn’t want Xavier to die, nor did she want to see him die because of her.
“No, I just…” Thanks to his injury, Xavier’s handsome face betrayed a feeling of frailness that softened the sharp outlines of the scar on his face while lending him a feeling of tenderness. He raised his left hand with difficulty in an attempt to caress her face with a tender look in his eyes, but he was too severely wounded to raise his hand. In the end, his hand fell to the ground weakly before it could touch her face. He smiled, and his lips seemed even paler. “I just wanted to caress your face…”
The gesture hit a soft spot in Veronica’s heart profoundly, causing tears to gush uncontrollably from her eyes and blur her vision. “I’m telling you to keep still! Don’t you hear me?!” she yelled hysterically in a trembling voice.
Just then, there was a sound of footsteps coming from behind.
Veronica heard the sound very clearly, but she didn’t look back.
Shortly after that, a few people were standing nearby, whereas Antheena was helped up before she came over.
Xavier looked at Antheena before his eyes fell upon her gunshot wound. Seeing her blood-soaked tank top, how pained and pale she looked, and how she was drenched with sweat, he said weakly, “Are you… hurt?”
Antheena looked at Xavier; her eyes widened as all kinds of emotions flashed across them. In the end, enduring the pain in her right arm, she tremblingly took out a gun and pointed it at Veronica’s forehead, saying, “Do you believe that I’ll… kill her right now?”
“I do.” Xavier nodded slightly. Then, he said as if with all his might, “W-When I said the word ‘death’ on the bedroom balcony the other day… I was referring to my own death.”
Antheena was startled at once before the conversation she once had with him on the bedroom balcony of her castle in Castron crossed her mind. When she asked, “How on earth will you forget about her?”, he replied, “Only death can stop my yearning for her.”
She mistakenly thought that Xavier meant he’d only forget about Veronica if the latter was dead, but little did she think he was actually referring to his own death. As the truth shattered her dream, she went weak at the knees, and the gun in her hand dropped to the floor as the mercenary next to her held her up.
Her eyes glazed over for a moment. She looked at Veronica, who was silently cutting the bullet casings open, then at the badly wounded Xavier, who was breathing weakly, before laughing in self-deprecation.
“Miss Antheena, should we kill her?” a mercenary asked her in Chinese.
Just as she was hesitating, she saw Xavier shaking his head. With the last bit of his strength, he said, “I… I’ll marry you when… I’m fully recovered.” Naturally, he was bargaining with her by offering to marry her in exchange for Veronica’s life.
If Antheena was thoroughly disappointed with him just now… she lost all hope in him at this very moment. Overwhelmed with harrowing despair and heart-rending pain, she laughed at herself. “Ha! Haha…”
