Chapter 183 (1/2)

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at 24th of July 2019 09:05:13 AM

Chapter 183

The dancing lights behind my closed lids were the first thing I observed . As consciousness seeped into my oxygen-deprived brain, I started noticing the change in my surrounding . There was no doubt that I was no longer being held down . My arms were free, heated and tingling, and too heavy for me to move . The chill of the floor was missing . In its place was the warmth of freshly washed bed covers . The temperature in the room was pleasant, something I had not expected to feel .

My mind started to question the legitimacy of the last lucid memory I possessed . I remembered the hard body pus.h.i.+ng mine down; I remembered the long fingers wrapped around my throat . Had that incident really taken place? I was quite sure that I would not be alive if that were the case . Anthony Murray had every intention to leave me breathless—literally, and punish me for causing trouble .

I humorlessly wondered what our scores would be if we were keeping tabs on how threatened one's life was because of another . I was pretty sure that he would be winning . He would gain extra points of being a pretentious p.r.i.c.k that did not know when to drop his charade .

Sincerely, the meddling part of my mind interjected, we must take into account how many times you pulled your gun on him .

I grit my jaw as I tried to fend off the offending thought .

”When are you going to stop pretending that you are still unconscious?” Instantly, anger bubbled in my veins . My breath left my nostrils in a rush as I tried to bite back the sinister reply . Instead, I told him the truth as politely as was humanly possible .

”The moment you stop pretending to care . ” I tested the light inside the room, opening one lid slowly . I squinted, realizing that only the dim bedside lamp was turned on beside the bed . Thanking the G.o.ds, I tried to put my weight on my dead arms and push myself back against the headboard and sit . After a few tries, I found myself in the most comfortable position I could find .

”Mia,” I heard her disapproving voice . My eyes moved towards the direction of her voice . I scanned her form, trying to see the damage . Apparently, she had none .

”Where were you when he was strangling me?” I asked, coolly . I raised a brow at the upraised gun in her hand . It was pointed at Anthony, who sat at the foot of the bed, waiting for the slightest movement so that he could make his move .

”I was being held back . ” I shot her a questioning look . Maybe, I made a judgement on her as well . I could imagine that it was Ethan, who had accompanied Anthony in his little break-in . No one else had the time or inclination to indulge in the Boss' games .

”Oh? Did you not fight your detainee off?” I quipped . Her eyes, which had been trained on Anthony's form, s.h.i.+fted towards me .

”I tried, but you were too busy being angry and fighting off the abusive lover of yours . ” The chill in her voice brought me a sense of clarity .

”He is not-” she did not let me finish . She scoffed . . . on my face . I should have been furious, but I was tired off bursting out at every turn . It was time I squeezed out my answers and give them no occasion to exploit my emotions .

She returned her gaze to the man that she kept at gunpoint .