My Scheming Little Devil-Chapter 1003: Unconscious and Not Waking Up
"Maybe you won’t know until you try. Get some rest, you’re also very tired tonight," Third Young Master Jun’s voice suddenly weakened, but the sound from his throat was stern, "However, I warn you, don’t attempt to think of ways to leave. I’ve had Lie Feng monitor every corner of the villa."
Ye Lu glared at him fiercely, and seeing that he was completely unmoved, her resentment grew even stronger.
She turned and walked out coldly.
"Lu’er, don’t be angry with me,"
she then heard his voice, low and misty like the night fog, carrying a trace of pleading. That proud man who had just been so aggressive and domineering was now humbling himself.
Ye Lu turned to look at him. If he could be that cruel, why bother caring about her feelings? He knew that Ling Yan was her friend, yet he still killed Old Ling. In his heart, how much did she weigh? Ha, probably far less than his ambition and desires.
She was too naive, thinking he truly loved her, thinking she really understood him.
"How dare I be angry with you," she said sarcastically.
Third Young Master Jun swayed, looking as if he were about to collapse, his face suddenly turning a few shades paler.
Ye Lu frowned: "What’s wrong with you?"
"Are you worried about me?" he lifted his beautiful chin, his phoenix eyes brimming with anticipation, looking at her like a child who had erred, craving just a bit of her pity.
"In your dreams," Ye Lu turned her face away and left coldly, not looking back.
Third Young Master Jun watched the door as it was slammed shut, feeling an unprecedented chill in his study. He laughed at himself sarcastically. It had not been easy going abroad just to get her to warm up to him a bit.
And now, not only had they reverted to their former state, but Old Ling’s incident made her hate him even more.
Such a clear-cut and decisive woman could never accept a man as dark and cold-hearted as he.
But even a cold-blooded snake longs for warmth!
With a snap, he eventually could no longer hold on and fainted to the ground, unconscious.
...
Ye Lu lay in her room, double-locking the door, not wanting to see Third Young Master Jun.
Lying in bed, when she thought of everything that had happened that night, Old Ling’s tragic death, Third Young Master Jun’s heartlessness, she lay down on the bed, unable to stop her tears.
Third Young Master Jun had admitted the truth; he was the one who killed Old Ling.
What should she do then?
Ye Lu thought of Ling Yan, who had so desperately helped her, and Third Young Master Jun, who had killed his grandfather.
Her eyes stung with pain as she grabbed the phone and started to dial the number.
She had to expose him, she should expose him, to get justice for Ling Yan.
But then... Ye Lu closed her eyes in agony and ultimately, the phone fell powerlessly onto the blanket. She couldn’t do it. How infuriating that she just couldn’t bring herself to do it.
If she told Ling Yan, the two brothers would never let go of Third Young Master Jun, the archenemy who murdered their grandfather. They would find every means to seek revenge.
He would be thrown into prison, be sentenced to death by shooting.
At the thought of this, Ye Lu trembled all over, hating herself deeply.
She knew he was the murderer, she should expose him, but she inexplicably couldn’t follow through.
She wept, even though he was such a villain, a person devoid of conscience, she still couldn’t let him die, she too must be insane, to not distinguish right from wrong, even despising herself.
Ye Lu’s emotions were in turmoil; overwhelmed, she lay on the bed and drifted into a blurry sleep.
...
It’s uncertain how much time passed before Third Young Master Jun, who had fainted in the study, came to.
Because he had forbidden others from entering, disturbing him and Ye Lu, no one knew he had passed out in the study.
His head felt incredibly heavy, and his body was drained of strength.
