His Precious Love

Chapter 574

When Gianna saw Wyatt, her eyes radiated intense enmity. She drawled in a soft tone, “How was the feeling of being stabbed by your woman, Wyatt?”

In response, Wyatt shrugged. “It was quite painful. Unfortunately, your plan fell through. I'm still alive.”

Gianna eyeballed him for a long while before she started cackling again. “Yeah, what a downright disappointment! If I were mobile, I would've definitely rushed over at that time and stabbed you twice more!”

“On the whole, that was exceedingly impressive of you. You bribed my housekeepers again, huh? How did you end up getting beaten so badly? It must hurt greatly, doesn't it?” Wyatt brushed his fingers against her swollen cheek.

Lifting his head, he ordered Gabriel, “Go and get some ice cubes. I'll help my darling Gianna apply a cold compress.” Property © of NôvelDrama.Org.

Immediately, Gabriel was struck dumb.

After being dazed for several seconds, he obeyed the order and went out to get some ice cubes.

At Wyatt's attitude, Rayna's temper spiked, and she asked Curtis in a low voice, “What is he doing? Why did he instruct Mr. Tylinski to get some ice cubes for that woman? He must have lost his mind!”

Curtis peeled the orange into slices for her, coaxing placidly, “Just watch the show.”

Thus, Rayna fell silent.

Gabriel returned with a bucket of ice cubes. Wrapping a few cubes of ice in gauze, he handed the cold compress to Wyatt.

Wyatt proceeded to apply the cold compress to Gianna's swollen cheek, his movements gentle.

If someone with no knowledge of the situation were to come across that scene, the person would certainly assume that the man was taking care of his injured woman.

The instant the ice came into contact with her face, the pain made Gianna flinch.

She then sneered, “Since I'm already in such a condition, just kill me if you wish to do so. There's no need to do such a pointless thing!”

“Shh! Don't say such a thing.” Placing a finger against her lips, Wyatt riposted with a low chuckle, “How could I possibly kill you when I can't wait to love you? I'll never do that.”

Too disgusted to watch, Gabriel averted his gaze.

Wyatt leaned down and placed the cold compress against Gianna's face, his voice airy. “Was it you who killed my kids?”

Lost in the man's tenderness, Gianna suddenly snickered coldly upon hearing that question.

“Yes, it was me. On top of that...” Lifting her head to meet his gaze, she enunciated vengefully, “I purposely didn't call an ambulance for Jessica and watched as a puddle of blood formed under her skirt. Ouch! It must have been indescribably painful.”

Thereafter, she shook her head and lamented, “Twins are rare. What a pity! But aren't you the most foolish of all? I merely uttered a few words, and you believed me and thought she wanted to abort the babies. Haha...”

Surprisingly, Wyatt wasn't at all incensed. The smile stayed on his face, and his movements were still as gentle as ever.

“Are you mad? If so, kill me!” Seeing that his expression remained unchanged, Gianna continued provoking him, lambasting, “How d*mn useless of you, Wyatt! It was me who killed your kids, yet you're not even attempting to take my life!”

She studied him closely before giggling creepily. “I forgot that you still had a kid. Alas, you couldn't meet him because I was the one who pushed Jessica into the sea.”

That revelation took Rayna aback, and her eyes gradually widened.

Meanwhile, Gianna narrated softly, “I saw her running back, so I gave her a hard shove, watching as she fell into the sea. She died with your child. Don't you feel distressed?”

“D*mn you!” Rayna screeched, her eyes red-rimmed. The urge to charge over and hit Gianna gripped her.

Holding her in his arms, Curtis consoled her.

“How amazing of you, darling! Even when in a wheelchair, you could still do such a thing.” Wyatt chortled, gliding his fingers down her cheek.

Grasping hold of her chin, he exerted force.

With a snap, Gianna's jaw was dislocated. The agony almost caused tears to escape her eyes.

Grabbing a handful of ice cubes from the ice bucket, Wyatt unhurriedly stuffed them into her opened mouth.

Ice cubes were solid, and Gianna couldn't swallow them. All she could do was slowly move her throat.

As the ice cubes slid down her throat, the biting cold had her shudder violently.

It was as though Wyatt couldn't see the ice cubes crammed in her mouth. He grabbed another handful from the ice bucket and shoved them into her mouth.

Gianna's cheeks bulged, her mouth stuffed to the gills. The bone-deep iciness made her shiver incessantly.

When the man did the same for the third time, her entire mouth was filled to overflowing.

Due to the sheer amount of ice cubes, Gianna couldn't even swallow, and many fell out of her mouth.

Upon seeing that, Wyatt again took another handful of ice cubes and stuffed them into her mouth. He covered her mouth with his palm, wedging countless ice cubes in.

Then, he yanked off the expensive blue-striped tie between his shirt and tied it around her mouth.

Gianna was forced to tilt her head back, the cold making her quiver uncontrollably.

Innumerable ice cubes were stuck in her mouth, and she couldn't swallow them. Some slid down her throat, but they ended up lodged midway. She had difficulty breathing, and her eyes rolled back into her head.

The entire private room was suffocating with only the sounds of breathing audible.

Gianna's survival instincts kicked in, and she swallowed the entire mouthful of ice cubes. Drenched in sweat, she looked like she had just been fished out of the water.

By then, her face had paled even further. She forced herself to open her eyes, glowering at Wyatt with hatred blazing in her eyes.

When Wyatt removed the tie and freed her mouth, Gianna gasped for breath, her voice indistinct. “Let me die... Kill me...”

Sniggering lowly, Wyatt repeated his series of actions earlier. He crammed her mouth with ice cubes until she was suffocating before leisurely sealing it off with his tie.

At the sight of her shivering all over, seemingly in intense agony, Wyatt brushed his fingers across her icy cheek.

The warmth from the tips of his fingers felt like the gentle caress of a lover.

Leaning close to Gianna, he murmured, “It's a pity if you die since you're so beautiful, darling. I can't bear to see you depart this world. I like to see you alive.”

His eyes that danced with merriment had Gianna's pupils expand as she shuddered.

Wyatt didn't continue tormenting her. After saying that, he straightened and ordered Gabriel to keep her there.

Led out of the private room by Curtis with an arm around her waist, Rayna reluctantly followed.

The mere recollection of everything Gianna said flooded her with the desire to kill the woman. Her eyes still red-rimmed, she asked Wyatt, “How are you planning to deal with her? And aren't you going to question her about the identity of the mastermind helping her?”

“It doesn't matter. I just want to keep her alive,” Wyatt drawled with a shrug.

Rayna watched the entire scene earlier.

Surmising the method the man would be using against Gianna, she shuddered. She pressed her lips into a thin line and remarked, “Jessie is still missing.”

Wyatt merely hummed in acknowledgment before quirking his brow. “I reckon she must be dead ages ago after falling into the sea.”

Snapping her head up, Rayna gritted her teeth at his blithe attitude. “What did you just say? Repeat that if you dare!”

Wyatt raked a hand through his hair, replying with an indifferent smile, “I was merely speaking the truth. But then, I've broken up with her. As such, that has nothing to do with me.”

“Nonsense! Do you think I don't know that you tricked her into marrying you?” Rayna rebutted furiously.

However, Wyatt remained insouciant. “She was a novelty, so I toyed with her for a bit. If she's alive, we can get a divorce when she returns. If she's dead...”

He shrugged, wearing a nonchalant expression on his face. “A marriage is automatically dissolved when one's spouse has gone missing for three years.”

Rayna was so livid that she shook with rage.

She couldn't figure out the man's game.

If he doesn't love Jessica, why would he dupe her into marrying him and use such a cruel method against Gianna, who had just been found? But on the other hand, if he does love her, how could he utter such callous words and be so unfeeling to the point that he wishes for her death?

Disregarding her musings, Wyatt yawned. His eyes drooped, and he looked very much sleepy. “I hadn't had much sleep since I only went back to the office the day before and had a ton of work to handle. Curtis, I'm going upstairs to sleep, so see yourselves out.”

Curtis stared at him intently. In the end, he grunted softly in acquiescence.