Mr. Warner, Your Wife is Running Away Again!-Chapter 466: Kill Me

Miles Sterling was constantly surrounded by women, and he was a well-known playboy, often bringing women back home.

Yet, he never touched Vanessa Sterling, because he believed he had the power to confine her in the cage he had built for her, ensuring she could never escape, that she belonged completely to him.

His pathological possessiveness could not tolerate the sight of another man’s kiss marks on her neck. Even though they hadn’t gone all the way, it felt to him as if someone had gouged a piece of his heart.

It wasn’t heartache but rather the discomfort of someone else taking what was his, leaving him uneasy.

Watching Vanessa Sterling trapped in a corner, she looked small, frail even, in her loose sweater.

His mind was overwhelmed with images of her beneath Quentin Sterling, and just the thought of it made it impossible for Miles Sterling to calm down.

He felt anxious, as if suddenly realizing that the girl he thought would always belong to him might one day be possessed by another man.

He couldn’t accept her being touched by another man, whether voluntary or forced.

In a fit of madness, Miles Sterling buried his head, sealing her lips with an intense kiss.

Vanessa Sterling widened her eyes, pushing him away with her hands. In the struggle, a decorative hourglass on the cabinet was knocked to the ground with a loud crash, shattering...

Ignoring this, Miles deepened the kiss until Vanessa bit his lip, tasting blood, forcing him to release her.

Annoyed and displeased, he roughly dragged Vanessa into the living room, throwing her onto the sofa, and forcibly tying her hands with his necktie.

Treating her as he had other women, she fearfully and repeatedly apologized, but he did not stop his possession of her...

To him, her usual apology had long become numb, never evoking sympathy. 𝓯𝙧𝓮𝓮𝒘𝓮𝙗𝙣𝒐𝒗𝒆𝓵.𝓬𝓸𝒎

He knew she wasn’t truly apologizing, nor did she have any reason to; she was merely hoping those three words might bring his forgiveness, nothing more.

He looked at her, curled up, biting her lip, head lowered, tears streaming down her face—she appeared pitiful, helpless, and somewhat desperate.

The sight might evoke pity, but unfortunately, Miles Sterling never understood the concept of "pity."

No matter how she pleaded or apologized, it couldn’t bring out any sense of sanity or tenderness from Miles.

All he offered her was a gradual destruction of the last remains of her hope for life, extinguishing the faint light above her head...

"Just kill me... just kill me!" she cried out, her pleas now tinged with hatred and resolve instead of cautious supplication.

Miles Sterling ignored her until despair caused her to cease struggling.

Like a puppet without a soul, allowing him to manipulate her.

Every person seemed like a devil.

She often pondered what mistake she had made, wondering if her very existence was a mistake, to endure such inhuman torment.

No matter how carefully she lived, it still brought about demonic punishment, denying her even the last shred of dignity.

Miles Sterling brushed the hair off her face, seeing that blood-stained, lifeless face, he suddenly felt a dull ache in his heart, unaware of the heartache. He patted her face, his voice cold, "Get up."

Vanessa showed no response, as if she had lost the will to live.

Only then did Miles become slightly flustered, hastily pulling out a robe from the wardrobe, wrapping it around himself as he went downstairs to call a doctor.

After the call, standing in the living room, gazing at the disheveled clothes on the sofa and the dark red bloodstains, he reflected on everything he had done to Vanessa...

It wasn’t that she had done anything wrong, nor was he angry at her—he knew she hadn’t seduced Quentin Sterling.

It was purely because he feared that one day she would be under another man, in that moment, he wished he could lock her completely in a cage, severing all her connections with the outside world, making her world revolve solely around him, from birth to death!

Lighting a cigarette, he stood on the balcony outside the living room, smoking, watching the time as the doctor was due to arrive soon. Only then did he stub out the cigarette and head upstairs.

He felt a bit like escaping, not wanting to see her lying there in a pool of blood, barely hanging on.

Upon pushing open his bedroom door, apart from the scattered bloodstains on the floor, Vanessa Sterling was nowhere to be seen.

He frowned, stepping inside, quickly heading to the bathroom cubicle for a check, finding no one, he immediately rushed to the window.

The window was half-open; he couldn’t remember if he had opened it earlier or she had, but when he stood at the edge and looked down from the high building, seeing no abnormalities in the spot directly below, he finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Finding her shattered on the ground below would likely be his life’s greatest regret.

Failing to find anyone in his room, Miles Sterling rushed downstairs and opened her room.

Water could be heard running in the bathroom, so Miles headed straight there, opening the door boldly.

Seeing Vanessa Sterling sitting in the bathtub, her eyes still red, eyes wide with fear at the sight of him.

The blood from her face had been washed away, and her nosebleed seemed to have stopped. However, the side of her face that had been slapped was visibly swollen, and most of her body was submerged in the tub, but the neck was marked with obvious bruises.

Seeing she had no apparent suicidal intentions, Miles Sterling was relieved and, without a word, pushed the bathroom door closed again.

Then the doorbell rang, and he went to let the doctor in.

The doctor, a woman in her thirties, had seen Vanessa Sterling several times before, familiar with their situation, unsurprised by it.

"Where is she?"

Miles pointed towards Vanessa’s room, speaking indifferently: "Bathing."

The female doctor nodded, heading to Vanessa’s room as Miles hesitated before following.

"Knock, knock," the doctor rapped on the bathroom door, and the occupied Vanessa paused before hearing the gentle voice of the doctor: "Vanessa? May I come in?"

Vanessa hesitated for a few seconds before softly replying: "...You may."

After the doctor entered, she gave Miles a look through the door, gesturing for him not to follow, then closed the bathroom door.

Though he didn’t enter, Miles remained on the sidelines, not moving away, listening through the bathroom door to the happenings inside.

He only began to fear afterward that Vanessa would hate him, afraid she might escape his control...