He Got Engaged to His First Love On the Day I Died-Chapter 96: The Blade Is Sharp, It Doesn’t Hurt at All

Chapter 96: Chapter 96: The Blade Is Sharp, It Doesn’t Hurt at All

’Cl-clear the place?’

"Mr. Grant, would you like to evaluate the premises?" Mr. Lowell, afraid of losing his business, quickly called over a staff member. "Go make an announcement. Clear the pool."

Soon, people began to file out of the swimming pool area.

Natalie Morgan and Byron Quincy, deep in conversation, were also preparing to leave.

But when she looked up, she saw Theodore Grant standing right in front of her.

He was wearing only a pair of swimming briefs, and the distinct outline of his package made the tips of her ears burn red. She forced herself to look up at him.

His expression was grim.

His ink-black eyes were narrowed, a vicious glint in their depths.

Unconsciously, Natalie Morgan took two steps back.

Byron Quincy, realizing the atmosphere was off, politely extended his hand to Theodore Grant in greeting. "Hello, Mr. Grant."

Theodore Grant didn’t even deign to look at him.

He stretched his neck, cracking it twice with a crisp sound.

Then he lifted his leg and landed a vicious kick on Byron Quincy.

The man went flying, landing heavily in the middle of the pool and sending up a massive spray of water.

The surface of the pool erupted with a huge splash.

Natalie Morgan’s face paled. Just as she was about to question him, she saw Theodore Grant dive into the pool after him.

The two men in the pool started trading blows. Theodore Grant held Byron Quincy under the water, beating him indiscriminately.

Whenever he floated up, Theodore pushed him back down.

After a few rounds of this, Byron Quincy was completely powerless to resist.

Natalie Morgan stood at the edge of the pool, her heart burning with anxiety. "Theodore Grant, have you lost your mind again?"

"I’ve only been away from home for a few days, and you’re already out on a date with Byron Quincy?" He pressed down on the back of Byron’s head, his gaze burning and cold as he stared at the woman. "Do you think the Grant Group’s stock hasn’t fallen hard enough? Or is Mrs. Grant’s reputation for having an affair not widespread enough?"

His eyes glinted with a cold light.

It sent a chill down her spine.

"I... I didn’t."

"You didn’t? You think I can’t see for myself?" he roared.

The punishment continued.

Perhaps fearing a death on his premises, the pool’s owner had several strong young men jump in and forcibly separate Theodore Grant and Byron Quincy.

She watched as Byron Quincy was carried away.

Terrified something bad had happened to him, Natalie Morgan prepared to follow and check on him.

But Theodore Grant was a step faster. He grabbed her by the wrist and yanked her into the pool.

"Natalie Morgan, you still want to go after him? Do you think I’m dead?"

"What in the world are you trying to do?" Natalie Morgan was mentally and emotionally exhausted.

"Just now he was touching your waist, then your leg. You tell me, what were you two doing? Speak."

He roared, the veins on his forehead throbbing.

"He was just teaching me to swim, and that counts as ’touching’?" Her voice was hoarse, and she had no desire to explain. "If you’re determined to think the worst of us, then fine. It’s exactly what you think. Are you satisfied now?"

She knew these words would provoke Theodore Grant.

She was truly sick and tired of being misunderstood time and time again.

"Natalie Morgan, say that to me again if you have the guts."

"We touched. We did it. We slept together. More than once. Is that enough for you, Mr. Grant?" She stared at him, enunciating every word, fearless of death for the first time.

"Let me sober you up, and then you can say that again."

He shoved her head viciously into the water.

Water flooded Natalie Morgan’s eyes, ears, and mouth.

She thrashed and struggled, but she was too weak; it was no use at all.

She was on the verge of passing out.

She closed her eyes in agony.

"Natalie Morgan, tell me again. What exactly did you do with him? Say it."

He shook her.

The water she had swallowed was shaken out of her.

"COUGH, COUGH..." With red-rimmed eyes, she curled her lip into a sneer. "...Theodore Grant, it’s just like you think. If you’ve got the balls, then kill me today. Because if you don’t, I’ll cheat on you every single day."

The man’s face twitched.

He shoved Natalie Morgan’s head back into the water.

This time, she didn’t struggle.

When he pulled her out of the water again, she had almost lost consciousness.

He scooped her up by the waist and lifted her out of the pool. "Would it kill you not to piss me off?"

Natalie Morgan coughed up water, looking weakly at the man, her chest rising and falling heavily.

In the vast, empty natatorium, the only sound was the faint hum of the air vents.

He threw a towel around her, picked her up, and walked right out of the natatorium.

She knew his punishment for her wasn’t over yet.

「Back at the Grant Residence.」

Theodore Grant pushed Natalie Morgan down on the bed and took her with a twisted possessiveness.

Her body’s honest response told him that she hadn’t touched another man.

But he had gone mad.

Jealousy had twisted him into someone unrecognizable.

After venting his frustrations, he tossed her aside and went into the bathroom to shower.

Natalie Morgan sat on the large bed, hugging her knees, her hair a mess.

’Haven’t I had enough of these days?’

’Before, for my mother’s sake, for my little brother’s sake, I endured the humiliation and compromised. I bore it again and again.’

’I didn’t dare to die, and I couldn’t die.’

’But now?’

’Is there really any reason for me to keep living?’

’Dad is dead. Mom is dead, too. And although my little brother is still alive, it’s uncertain if he’ll ever recover and be like his old self.’

’I’m the main culprit.’

’The one who should be dead is me.’

She pulled open a drawer.

She found an eyebrow razor blade.

She was afraid of pain. She had been since she was a child.

The blade was very sharp.

It slid across her wrist, almost without sensation, and then the blood flowed out.

One cut, two cuts, three cuts.

’It doesn’t hurt. It doesn’t hurt at all.’

"What are you doing?" The man walked out of the bathroom and saw Natalie Morgan’s bleeding wrist. The shocking crimson sent him into a panic.

Without a second thought, he dropped his towel, ran to her, and snatched the blade from her hand, throwing it away. "Natalie Morgan, are you insane? Playing at suicide, huh?"

He wanted to give her a hard slap to wake her up.

His hand rose mid-air, but... it never came down.

After finding some gauze and tying it tightly around the wound, he slung her over his shoulder and rushed to the hospital.

Natalie Morgan had become a regular at the hospital.

This time, she didn’t need to be rushed into emergency care.

But the red against her pale, delicate arm was enough to make even the doctor feel a pang of pity.

The doctor asked a series of routine questions and ran some tests on Natalie Morgan.

The result: depression, the kind with suicidal tendencies.

Theodore Grant had her transferred to the Grant Group’s hospital and found the best psychiatrist to counsel her.

But she knew perfectly well that she didn’t need any therapy.

As long as Theodore Grant agreed to a divorce right now, she’d immediately be back on her feet, full of life, and no longer seeking death.

He knew it, too.

「One afternoon.」

The doctor had just left when Wanda Lynch hobbled in on a crutch.

"I heard you tried to kill yourself? You’re quite the drama queen, aren’t you?" Wanda Lynch sneered in that passive-aggressive way of hers. "A few days ago, my house was broken into. Theodore was afraid something would happen to me all alone, so he stayed with me for a few days. We just happened to have a movie-themed Valentine’s Day, that’s all. What’s the big deal?"

"What are you trying to prove to me? That someone loves you?" Natalie Morgan calmly exposed her insecurity.

Wanda Lynch’s face began to flush, but she defiantly lifted her chin. "It’s the truth. Theodore Grant loves me. We snuggled together and watched movies all day, we kissed... Oh, Theodore is such a good kisser. I felt my whole body go limp. And his big hands are so naughty, they tickled me all over..."