Chapter 151
Chapter 151
With the street bustling with people, Michael, an intimidating figure like the Grim Reaper, blocked the path of Athena’s carriage, inevitably drawing all eyes their way.
A growing crowd had started to gather, their curious gazes fixed on her carriage.
Athena’s chest tightened with irritation. She drew a deep breath to suppress her fury, then abruptly yanked open the carriage curtain and glared daggers at Michael.
But when she looked, she saw his face dark with fury, his expression so terrifying it seemed he could devour her whole.
In his hand was a bulging pouch, its contents a mystery.
Before Athena could speak, Michael cut her off, his tone sharp and demanding. “Where have you been p>
That tone, like Athena was his property, as if he had every right to question her whereabouts.
Athena’s anger flared up violently. Without another word, she yanked the carriage curtain shut, turned to the coachman, and snapped, “Run him over p>
“My Lady…” the coachman stammered, trembling violently, his face ashen pale.
He was just a lowly coachman. He could not possibly dare to harm Michael.
Seeing the coachman’s cowardice, Athena’s fury surged.
Without hesitation, Athena snatched the whip from the coachman’s hand. With a fierce swing of her arm, she lashed it hard across the horse’s flank.
Stung by the whip, the horse let out a piercing whinny, reared up, then bolted forward like an arrow shot from a bow.
Michael never expected Athena to be so ruthless. His eyes turned bloodshot as he stared daggers at her.
He simply couldn’t believe the Athena who once only had eyes for him could now be so utterly heartless.
Watching the carriage hurtling toward him, Michael stood his ground, refusing to budge.
He was gambling that Athena wouldn’t be so ruthless.
He was betting that Athena still had feelings for him.
But even as the carriage barreled straight toward him, Athena never once tried to rein in the horses. ‘She really wants me dead!‘ Michael thought in shock.
Michael felt his heart shatter into pieces. Only at the very last moment did he sidestep, barely avoiding the carriage by the narrowest margin.
The carriage swept past with a fierce gust of wind, grazing the emerald pendant at his waist.
With a sharp rip, the carriage snagged his hem, tearing off a piece.
The pouch in his hand fell to the ground, scattering its contents everywhere as they rolled across the floor.
They were chestnuts, each one carefully peeled by hand.
Chapter 191
The carriage wheels rolled mercilessly over the golden chestnuts, crushing them into an unrecognizable pulp.
Michael’s eyes burned red as he stared at the crushed chestnuts. His heart twisted with a bitter, indescribable ache.
To win Athena’s favor, Michael had risen at dawn to buy chestnuts, then meticulously peeled each one by hand for her.
‘And what did I get in return?‘ Michael thought bitterly.
Early that morning, he saw Athena emerge from the Mcgee family’s residence, then watched in shock as she drove her carriage straight at him.
‘Even my heartfelt devotion, she crushed it underfoot without mercy,‘ Michael thought bitterly.
Inside the carriage, Trina glanced anxiously over her shoulder, her heart still pounding from the scare.
She saw Michael standing there in a daze, yet his eyes burned with unmistakable fury.
Trina, her voice laced with concern, said anxiously, “Miss, that was far too reckless just now. What if Lord Osborne had been hurt? What would we have done then? ”
If anything happened to Michael, neither the Monson family nor the Osborne family would let her off the hook.
Athena gave a cold, unconcerned laugh. “Relax. He treasures his precious life way too much p>
He was the Osborne family’s only precious heir, bearing the family’s honor and future on his shoulders. There was no way he’d ever let anything happen to himself.
Additionally, he was still planning to marry Willow.
Now that he had finally getting what he always wanted, he would not just throw his life away.
Despite Athena’s reassurance, Trina’s heart pounded wildly with fear.
Suddenly, Trina’s eyes widened in alarm. She frantically tugged at Athena’s sleeve and gasped, “Miss, he’s right behind us. He is catching up p>
Sara Lili
Sara Lili is a daring romance writer who turns icy landscapes into scenes of fiery passion. She loves crafting hot love stories while embracing the chill of Iceland’s breathtaking cold.