For those who did not know Christopher, it would be impossible to associate him with words as extreme as 'viper', 'beast' or 'demon'.

Bella slowly stepped to his bedside, her eyes cold and scrutinizing as she observed him.

"Bella, I'm sick..." Christopher's reddened eyes betrayed his vulnerability. He could not hold it in any longer and reached out to grab her hand.

Bella did not give him the chance. She immediately stepped out of reach and frowned at him.

"What a shame." She curled her lips into a mocking smile. "You are only sick, not dead."

After a pause, Christopher leaned back against the headboard, his gaze tender and lingering. "Bella, I won't die so easily. If I were to die, I would never be able to see you again."

Bella let out a cold laugh, her fist clenched tightly.

return from Sentania and see you. All these years, the only thing keeping

stared at him with

cared about me, you would listen to me. Lay down your weapons and surrender immediately." Christopher's smile remained

the gutter and rose to your current position was because of your

considering her with interest. His gaze held a

truly do fear something bad might happen to you. If that were to ever happen, I would be robbed of the opportunity to catch you with my own

she could finish, Christopher's clammy hand grasped her wrist. She struggled

"Let go of me!"

hospital gown slipped, revealing a line of small, bruised needle marks on his arm. While Bella stared, distracted, he pressed the hilt of a fruit

you've dreamed of.

hand, tossed the knife

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