Tyler would only see Clarine at dinner in the next three days.
She always locked herself in the room and ignored Tyler.
She wanted to keep this standoff going forever, but it didn’t matter. He’d already decided to spend the rest of his life making amends for his past mistakes.
That evening, after dinner, Tyler stopped Clarine again.
She became wary when she saw his expression, her face etched with disgust.
“Tyler, I’m already stuck in this hellhole with you, just as you wanted. What else do you want? You can’t go out and hurt anyone!”
Was that really how Clarine saw him? He used to be the person she loved most.
Tyler smiled bitterly to himself.
“Clarine, it’s not what you think. I always keep my promises to you.”
“Then what are you up to now?”
A maid appeared in the living room, pushing a bathtub and the room was immediately filled with the smell of disinfectant.
Before Clarine could say anything, Tyler submerged himself in the high–concentration disinfectant and began hand–copying Rules for Husbands.
He’d only been in the water for half an hour when he felt the disinfectant corroding his skin, itchy and painful.
However, he couldn’t stop. He’d only copied Rules for Husbands ten times. He needed to copy it a hundred times.
Before long, Clarine looked at him and simply found it utterly boring, yawning openly.
“Tyler, what’s this supposed to be? Trying to make me feel sorry for you?”
“Let me tell you, it’s impossible.”
With that, Clarine turned to go back to her room. Tyler grabbed her arm.
“No, Clarine, this is just the beginning.”
The next moment, Tyler stood up from the bathtub and showed Clarine the hundred copies of Rules for Husbands he’d made.
From somewhere, he pulled out a dagger and plunged it directly into his back, carving out a piece of skin.
Blood immediately gushed out, staining the floor crimson.
“This is what I owe you.”
At the time, his hesitation in sending the surgeon to treat Clara first had resulted in a permanent scar on Clarine’s back.
The scar was so large, stretching across her entire back, that she couldn’t wear backless dresses again.
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The scene was too bloody. Clarine only glanced at it, her stomach churning, wanting to throw up
She couldn’t bear to watch and turned to leave, but Tyler stopped her again.
“Clarine, this isn’t over yet.”
Clarine’s face was pale and she sneered, “What? How else are you going to disgust me? Oh, that’s right, Clara was quite pleased with your body. Does Clara know you’re doing this to yourself?”
Tyler endured the pain in his back and whispered, “Clarine, can you please stop mentioning her?”
Clarine deliberately refused to grant his wish, continuously repeating Clara’s name.
Clara. Clara. Clara.
Clara’s image flashed through Tyler’s mind. In a trance, he seemed to see Clara appear in the
villa.
The wire in his brain snapped with a buzzing sound.
Tyler went completely mad, grabbing the knife and rushing out.
When he came back to his senses, the surroundings were in chaos. Clarine stood not far away, looking at him coldly.
There were still scars on her body from him. Tyler’s heart pounded wildly as he met Clarine’s
gaze.
“Tyler, are you done being crazy? Can you let me go now?”
No, you can’t! You can’t leave me!
The next moment, Tyler waved his hand and bodyguards in black appeared in the villa.
“Take her back to New York. Get on the helicopter now.”
Clarine realized what was happening.
Her face filled with panic and she struggled continuously, “No! I don’t want to go back to New York! Tyler, let me go!”
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