Her Marriage: The Night is Still Young-Chapter 187: So It Was You

Boom.

Josephine Thompson’s mind exploded, and she shivered all over.

"Nathaniel Gallagher..."

Nathaniel Gallagher’s hawk-like gaze landed on Josephine Thompson, with a touch of disdainful malice and pity as if she were a captive.

The red wine in the glass gently swirled, the crimson liquid tracing a seductive arc on the crystal glass wall.

"What? Surprised?"

Josephine stared at him in terror, her throat tightening.

She instinctively wrapped the bedsheet tighter around herself, retreating in confusion.

"...What exactly are you planning by dragging me here?"

Nathaniel feigned a smile, his brows slightly raised, showcasing his extreme obsession and madness.

"Haha, take a guess?"

"..." Josephine’s heart exploded, layers upon layers of chills rising within her.

Nathaniel downed his wine in one gulp.

Then, he walked to the wine cabinet and poured half a glass.

"Bang!"

The lighter flickered with flame.

He lit the Cohiba cigar held between his fingers.

He took a selfish drag, eyes gleaming as smoke billowed from his lips, engulfing her face.

"Cough, cough..." Josephine choked, coughing, looking at him in anger.

In the past...

He rarely smoked cigars.

He barely smoked around her, much less blow smoke rings at her playfully like he did now.

"Nathaniel, what exactly are you up to?"

"Ha! Isn’t that obvious? Of course, I plan to...do you!"

Poof!

Josephine’s brain buzzed, looking at him in disbelief.

She couldn’t believe he would say something so vile.

"Nathaniel, you’re disgusting, you’re vile and despicable."

"Just let me go..."

Nathaniel snorted coldly, eyes swirling with mockery and amusement, "Dream on!"

"Look at this villa, isn’t it beautiful?"

Josephine: "What do you mean by this?"

Nathaniel coldly scoffed, grabbed a remote, and pressed a switch on the wall.

"Beep, beep..."

The glass wall separating the lion slowly began to open.

Seeing this, Josephine was terrified, "Nathaniel, are you crazy? Stop it, you’re going to let the lion in?"

As the glass wall rose.

The giant lion’s head and paws stomped beneath the glass door, eager to come inside.

"Roar..."

The lion’s low growl carried a deadly penetration that sent chills down one’s spine.

Josephine was terrified, her legs weakened, "Nathaniel, you madman, let go..."

"Woosh--"

The glass door went up, and the white lion stepped into the room.

"Ahhh--"

Josephine’s scream got stuck in her throat, her blood seemed to freeze instantly.

She used to love raising small animals.

But just cats, dogs, hamsters, alpacas, and call ducks, etc.

Only a severely perverse madman like Nathaniel would keep lions and jaguars as pets.

"Don’t come over..."

"Roar..."

The white lion’s amber eyes stared intently at her, its fluffy mane trembled slightly with each breath, each step on the floor felt like a heavy punch to her heart.

Nathaniel stood aside, a cigar between his fingers, surrounded by smoke, his gaze was colder than the beasts.

Josephine’s teeth chattered, her voice trembling uncontrollably, "Nathaniel, you madman! What do you plan to do?!"

The white lion approached closer and closer.

The warm breath sprayed on her exposed ankle, carrying a strong beastly odor.

Was he planning to feed her to the lion?

She shut her eyes tight, not daring to move a muscle. Of course, her legs were already weak with fear.

"Caesar, Sit."

The lion heard the command, obediently turned, and walked towards Nathaniel.

Then.

Like a docile dog, it lay down by his feet.

Nathaniel contentedly patted its head, "Good."

Josephine stood frozen, tears still visible on her lashes, looking in disbelief at the white lion, as obedient as a puppy by his feet.

At this moment, it lowered its head, nuzzling against Nathaniel’s pants, its amber eyes even showing a bit of fawning and ingratiating.

For the first time, she saw sycophancy in a lion’s eyes.

This extreme contrast made her stomach churn with discomfort.

"...Nathaniel, what exactly do you want?"

Nathaniel nudged the lion’s neck lightly with his boot tip, the lion sensibly got up, wagged its tail, and retreated beyond the glass wall.

Until the heavy glass descended back into place.

Only then did Josephine dare to take a deep breath, her feet weak, she collapsed onto the sofa.

"See that?" Nathaniel flicked ash off his cigar, the ash landing in an adjacent crystal ashtray.

Josephine’s heart tightened, face pale as paper, "What exactly are you trying to prove? That you can tame even lions?"

Suddenly she understood his meaning!

He wanted to show her that if he could tame lions, he could certainly tame her?

Nathaniel snorted with amusement, "No, no, no, I’m just introducing a colleague to you."

"...Colleague?" Josephine was stunned.

Nathaniel’s eyes held a wicked gleam, towering over her, "Yes, indeed, here, here...and all the pets here are your colleagues."

"From now on, you must coexist peacefully."

Poof!

Josephine’s heart exploded, nearly spewing old blood!

"What do you mean by saying this?"

Nathaniel stood up, long strides taking him toward her, "Didn’t you always say I treated you like a canary?"

"..." Josephine, even more befuddled, shocked.

Nathaniel came up to her, stroking her cheek like a master would his pet, with a tinge of twisted affection, "You always said I treated you like a pet, said I wasn’t your master."

"I think you were right, so I’m letting you enjoy the treatment of being a pet."

Boom!

Josephine’s mind completely exploded, furiously swatting at his hand, "Nathaniel, you madman, why would you do this?"

"Why are you treating me this way?"

Nathaniel’s handsome face held a touch of twisted humor, "Because... because I’m a madman!"

"Because I’m depraved, because I want to do this, is this answer satisfactory?"

Josephine trembled all over, struck by his blunt words nearing insanity.

She backed up a few steps, looking at this familiar yet unfamiliar man, as if plunged into an icy abyss.

His eyes held an obsession like a fire dipped in poison, burning her heart with pain.

"You’re not twisted; you’re insane."

Nathaniel Gallagher chuckled softly, leaning down to grip her chin, forcing her to look up at him.

His fingertips carried the coolness of a cigar, making her skin tighten painfully.

"Ha, you’re right."

He leaned closer to her, his breath fanning across her face, "I am insane, driven crazy by you long ago."

"Josephine Thompson, you ungrateful thing. I used to be too good to you, and that’s why you trample my dignity so recklessly."

"You’re crazy, let go of me..."

Nathaniel Gallagher shoved her forcefully, knocking her down, "Ha~, do you think running to Julian Grant makes you safe?"

"Let me tell you, wanting to kill you two is easier than squashing an ant."

After speaking.

He violently grabbed and tore away the bedsheet wrapped around her.

"Josephine Thompson, since you don’t want to be Mrs. Gallagher, then be my pet!"

As the bedsheet slipped off.

"Ah—" All the blood in Josephine’s body seemed to rush to her head, then froze in the next second.

She instinctively curled up her body.

Her fingertips dug into the bedding’s texture, knuckles turning white with a loss of blood.

"Nathaniel Gallagher! Get away!" Her voice was shattered and hoarse, mixed with extreme humiliation and anger.

Nathaniel Gallagher looked down at her from above, dark eyes swirling with a madness for possession, like a lone wolf watching its prey.

"Get away?"

He chuckled lowly, leaned down, and grabbed her wrist with a force that could crush her bones, "Josephine Thompson, have you forgotten who used to cling to my embrace saying you loved me? Forgotten who said you’d stay with me forever?"

"Want to escape now? It’s too late!"

He suddenly yanked her up, causing her to stumble into his embrace, nose hitting his hard chest, making her eyes sting.

The cigar scent mixed with the cold cologne was something she was so familiar with, yet now felt like a shackle tightening around her.

"Don’t you despise those who aren’t devoted? Didn’t you say you’d rather die than be a mistress?"

"Take a look at yourself now."

He chuckled maniacally, gripping her chin with force, making her look at herself in the mirror, his tone full of taunts, "Ha-ha, now are you seducing someone else’s husband naked?"

Josephine fiercely turned her head, teeth grinding, tears of humiliation uncontrollably sliding down: "Nathaniel Gallagher, you’re so despicable. Even if I die, I won’t do as you wish."

"Die?"

Nathaniel Gallagher seemed to hear a joke, suddenly chuckling lowly, but his laughter carried no warmth, "I won’t let you die. I want you alive, watching me every day."

"Didn’t you hate mistresses the most? Didn’t you disdain intervening in others’ relationships?"

"I’ll make sure you become that mistress now."

His hand slid down her arm, carrying a burning warmth, making her shrink back as if scorched by fire.

Outside the window, Black Panther’s low growl resonated, creating an eerie harmony with the suffocating atmosphere inside.

"Mm, let go of me..."

Josephine’s emotions spiraled out of control, despair coiling around her heart like a tightening vine.

Nathaniel Gallagher seemed like a raging madman.

He brutally blocked her lips, the domineering kiss making her unable to breathe.

"Let go of me, don’t touch me..."

He leaned down, his hot breath sprinkling on her collarbone, sparking goosebumps of shiver: "Back then, when you were crying under me, saying you loved me, did you ever imagine today?"

Those words were like a poisoned dagger, piercing all her defenses accurately.

Josephine’s eyes widened, chest swirling with humiliation and nausea, she raised her hand to slap him——

But her wrist was gripped tightly.

With force enough to crush her bones.

"Want to hit me?" Nathaniel Gallagher chuckled lowly, his gaze sinister like a cold lake, "Do you think I’m still the Nathaniel Gallagher who cherished you like a gem in the past?"

He suddenly picked her up, throwing her heavily onto the bed.

The dull thud made her vision darken.

Before she could get up.

He was already over her, his knee pinning her waist down, hot palm pressing on her neck, forcing her face against the cold sheets.

"Mm..." The sense of suffocation surged instantly.

"Remember this feeling," his voice brushed against her ear, carrying ice-cold cruelty, "This is the result of betraying me. From today, your body, your breath, even the frequency of your blinks, will be dictated by me."

Outside, a white lion suddenly let out a thunderous roar, its amber eyes reflecting on the glass, greedily watching everything inside.

Josephine’s breath became shallow, nails digging deep into the pillow, blood trickling from the gaps.

She bit her lip hard, tasting a mouthful of iron but refusing to utter a word of plea.

Despair grew wildly in her heart, but that stubborn spark refused to die, glowing stubbornly in the ashes.

She would never admit defeat.

Nathaniel Gallagher seemed angered by her unyielding appearance, his hand tightened, pressing her neck forcefully.

The sense of suffocation washed over her like a tide, her vision darkening, ears only hearing her own ragged breaths and his suppressed grunts of rage.

"Josephine Thompson, tell me do you regret it?"

Josephine struggled to turn her head, her hair wet with sweat clinging to her damp cheeks.

She looked at the man so close, eyes now devoid of fear, only a dead silent cold: "Nathaniel Gallagher, even if you have my body, you’ll never have my heart."

"Heart?" Nathaniel Gallagher seemed to hear an enormous joke, laughing low, his laughter filled with scarlet ire, "Why would I want your heart? To feed Caesar like a dog’s lung?"

Next moment.

He bit down on her slender throat fiercely and viciously.

A brutal deadly blow.

"Ah—" Josephine gasped sharply, passing out instantly.

"Josephine Thompson, I want you to remember this moment forever. Open your eyes and see, you’re now in bed with someone else’s husband."

He was determined to shatter all her pride and dignity.

He wanted her to regret.

He wanted her to realize how good he had been to her in the past.

He especially wanted her to see his true self.

"Mm...don’t..."

The sharp pain on her neck felt like being devoured by a wild beast.

She was jolted awake again by the pain.

"Look at me, look at what you’re doing now?"

Nathaniel Gallagher crazily turned her face towards the floor mirror.

"Take a look at how cheap you are now, you’re seducing someone else’s husband in bed," Nathaniel Gallagher’s face was filled with evil and ire, brutally trampling her body and spirit.

In the past, for her, he deliberately put away the dragon’s claws, becoming gentle and gentlemanly.

But...

His gentle affections had only earned her abandonment and betrayal.

If so.

He had no need to be gentle with her anymore.

What infuriated him more was that she had promised to have the child but then gave him a fatal blow when he was happiest.

How could she be so cruel and ruthless?

She could hate him. 𝒻𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘸ℯ𝒷𝘯𝘰𝑣ℯ𝑙.𝘤𝑜𝘮

But she shouldn’t have taken the child’s life.

That was their child.

"Mm...cough...don’t don’t..." Josephine wanted to struggle.

But the feeling of suffocation left her with no room for self-concern.

Even the slight struggle was a luxury.

She was trapped under his claws, enduring his rage and madness.

"What are you begging for? Aren’t you strong? Aren’t you tolerant? Aren’t you fierce?"

"Why are you crying now?"