Sweet Twins

Chapter 647 The Price

"Shh, Hardy, don't let Charles hear what you said. I tell you, he is a bad guy. Be careful, or he might..." As he spoke, Derrick made a gesture of cutting his neck.

What he said only made Hardy angrier. If he could, he would’ve pushed Derrick hard so he would fall on the floor. "You'd better save it. Charles is not as heartless as you! How could you do that to Joseph? You deserve how your son ignores you."

Without saying anything, Derrick flashed a smile and shook his head.

There was not even an ounce of guilt in Derrick's heart after everything he had done. This was still the life he wanted, even if that meant he needed to pretend to be a fool for a little longer.

The first place Charles went to when he left them was Nancy's hospital room, only to find out that she had already fallen asleep.

After all the trouble she made last night, how could she not get tired?

But he was tired too!

With his sleepy eyes, Charles looked around the room and figured there was a space beside Nancy which could accommodate him.

Therefore, he lay down next to her until he drifted off to sleep.

Perhaps because of the medicine, Nancy felt much better and more relaxed when she woke up.

When she turned around and found a person lying beside her, she was shocked.

Without expecting that it was Charles, she kicked him. "Who are you?"

Maybe it was because Charles was exhausted and had a deep sleep that even if he was kicked, he didn't wake up.

"Charles?" As soon as she recognized him, Nancy immediately got angry. "It’s you!" The next second, she was already twisting Charles’ ear. "Get up! Didn't you say that we would go on separate ways? What do you mean by lying on my bed now?"

The moment he felt a sharp pain in his ear, Charles finally woke up. "Nancy, let go of me!" He grabbed Nancy's hand and added, "Can you stop being so cruel?"

"Who is cruel between you and me? I'm facing a man who doesn't love me, and I don't love you either. How gentle should I be?" As she said this, Nancy pushed him hard until Charles fell down.

Groaning in pain, Charles fixed himself and glared at her.

"Nancy, are you mistaken? You might be lying on that bed, but I own this hospital. Everything in it is mine! Do you understand?" First, his sleep was disturbed, and then Nancy pushed him down the floor. How could Charles not be annoyed?

"Your hospital? Tell me, how can you hospital function without doctors? Without doctors, this is just an empty shell. Do you know how to cure people? Do you know how to operate on a patient? Can you? Humph! You said the hospital is yours? Can you manage it all by yourself?" Even though Nancy woke up feeling better, seeing Charles ruined her mood. She couldn’t come up with the right words to say because of her annoyance.

Charles got up from the floor and growled, "Nancy, I think you made a mistake again. You are no longer a doctor here. You have no right to say such words to me!"

"I... Charles, you have broken your promise. You told Brandy that as long as I recover, I can come back to work. Can you still call yourself a man if you don’t keep your promise?" It was as if Nancy had been

poured a bucket of cold water over her head.

Seeing how she reacted, Charles smiled evilly. "Yes, I broke my promise. Nancy, if you are able to please me like last night, maybe I will be happy and let you come to work. What do you think? Do you want to do it?"

"Damn you, Charles! I won't fawn on you for the rest of my life. Dream on!" Being seen through by Charles, Nancy wanted to hit the wall. In the end, she set herself up.

It turned out that she just got nothing after she let him take advantage of her.

"Charles! I'm going to part ways with you!"

Gritting her teeth, Nancy stood up and grabbed her clothes.

But when she was about to leave, Charles picked her up and threw her on the bed. "In your dreams, Nancy!"

"Ah, Charles, I'm going to kill you!" The more he tried to restrain her, the more Nancy felt like a bird in a cage craving for freedom to fly across the sky again.

But Charles didn't allow it.

"Do you need a knife?" Belonging © NôvelDram/a.Org.

"Give it to me!" Nancy stretched out her hand and looked at Charles provocatively.

On the contrary, Charles looked back at her calmly. Then he took the fruit knife and gave it to her.

Although she was surprised, she still took the knife from Charles’ hand.

What did he mean? Wasn’t he afraid of what she could do? Or did he think that she wouldn’t dare to do anything to him?

There was no hint of fear in Charles’ eyes as he stared at her. He only stood still, waiting for her next move.

Her hand holding the knife was shaking, and when she opened her mouth to speak, she stammered, "I don't love you anymore, you know."

Before she could even do anything to Charles, her hand was already sweating nervously.

"I know. I don't love you either." The way he said these words seemed so real, even though he loved Nancy deeply.

"Okay, you’re the one who’s forcing me to do it. I..."

"You can kill me. I'm here." It looked like Charles didn’t have any intention of dodging the knife.

'What does this bastard mean? He bullies me because he knows that I won’t do anything to him, doesn’t he?

How could I be so timid?'

Slowly, Nancy walked closer to him and aimed the knife on his neck.

"It's you who forced me, Charles." It was her who was holding the knife, but she was the one who was trembling too.

"This is your choice. It has nothing to do with me!" Charles stood straight, but he still had no intention of resisting.

All of a sudden, Nancy became passive. She didn’t know what to do next.

There was no way she could really kill someone, let alone Charles.

Obviously, Charles knew that she said it in a fit of anger. Why did he still provoke her?

Frustrated, Nancy couldn't help but shout, "Charles!"

All she wanted was for Charles to say something that could end the stalemate between them.

However, with a sullen face, Charles didn't say anything. He just kept silent.

No, he said something. But the words he said only made her furious. "Nancy, kill me if you can!"

Well, Nancy finally understood what passion killing was. At this moment, it seemed like there was no other way out for her if she didn't kill Charles.

With her slightly trembling hands, she pressed the edge of the knife on his neck, little by little.

'Charles must have felt the pain, but why hasn't he dodged?'

"Don't think I couldn’t do it." As she spoke, Nancy felt a lump form in her throat.

"You can kill me! I’ll die happily under your knife!" The truth was, Charles was certain that she wouldn't kill him. Nancy didn't have the guts to do so. If she had, then she wasn't the woman he was familiar with.