Chapter 142 Begging for a Love That Can Never Be Obtained
At the moment when Philip saw Regina bend down with the knife, a relieved and joyful smile appeared on his lips.
For a moment, Regina thought she was hallucinating.
"He was right. Don't feel any burden. Not to mention that I hurt you first and let you down for six years. If it weren't for me, you wouldn't have been dragged into this kidnapping. So all the consequences are my own doing."
Regina's hand holding the knife trembled slightly.
Time passed by, and the standoff silently spread.
The summer night's breeze brushed against Regina's face, but she felt bone-chillingly cold.
Edward had lost his patience. He urged coldly, "Mrs. Semona, are you planning to act or not? Time is pressing, and I can't wait any longer."
The term 'Mrs. Semona' was emphasized with a peculiar meaning by Edward.
Philip had thought that signing the equity transfer would make Edward stop. He didn't expect that Edward would intend to eliminate him completely this time.
If he died at Regina's hands, he would accept it.
But now Regina couldn't bring herself to do it.
Philip didn't know if it was her innate kindness or a trace of reluctance towards him.
His eyes radiated a gentle and bright love, akin to the soft glow of starlight.
He didn't know why he made a request that even he found absurd and unreasonable. "While I still have one hand that can move, can I hold you?"
Edward found it extremely laughable.
What kind of tragic drama was Philip playing?
However, he found that watching Philip beg for a woman's return and a love he could never get was quite satisfying.
Edward crossed his arms.
Yes, this was much more pleasing to the eye.
This lowly, humble Philip was how he should be.
After all, for so many years, because of William's favoritism and protection, Edward had lived smoothly and gloriously for decades, while the unloved and underutilized Philip could only survive in the cracks of that family.
Regina suddenly felt suffocated.
From being schemed against by Sandra at the hospital to being tied up in that abandoned warehouse, seeing several mysterious men appear, and then falling into Edward's hands.
She was dazed and numb.
The only thing she clearly remembered was that today was her birthday.
She should have been spending her first birthday together with Douglas.
It should have been a happy and blissful day.
Regina closed her eyes tightly, her mind filled with images of Douglas.
Edward couldn't wait any longer.
Philip noticed the change in Edward's expression from the corner of his eye, his own expression turning cold. He lowered his voice and urged Regina, "Come on, do it. As long as I'm crippled here, you can leave. You still want to continue being Mrs. Semona, right?"
"If you can't do it, then give the knife to someone else."
Edward was already in a state of madness, and the outcome was uncertain if things deviated from his meticulously crafted plan.
Finally, Regina took a deep breath and slowly raised the hand holding the knife.
But in those two seconds of her struggle, a peculiar thought suddenly popped into Edward's mind!
"Mrs. Semona, it seems you really can't bring yourself to do it. Alright, thank you for the inspiration. I suddenly have a better idea."
Edward said something to the people around him, and soon, Regina was dragged away.
She was locked in a room.
Shortly after, Philip was also locked in.
The door was locked from the outside, and the room was small and claustrophobic, filled with a strange scent.
Regina didn't understand what the scent was, but Philip did.
He let out a sarcastic laugh; Edward had completely lost it.
He didn't expect that Edward, who used to seem so proper, would resort to such underhanded methods.
The fragrance possessed an intoxicating quality capable of causing people to lose their senses and experience heightened arousal.
It was banned in the States.
Edward must have used quite a few means to get it.
Soon, a wave of heat surged through Philip's body.
Regina naturally noticed the abnormality in her own body as well.
She uneasily clenched her fists, desperately suppressing and controlling herself.
At this point, Edward's intention was clear.
He was wary of Douglas.
But because he didn't have a deep connection with Douglas, he couldn't gauge Regina's importance to him.
However, no matter what, he used 'Mrs. Semona' to manipulate Philip.
Even if it was unintentional, as long as he hurt 'Mrs. Semona,' he couldn't escape unscathed.
He would, to some extent, face Douglas's retaliation.
How to make this retaliation lighter?
Probably by making Regina's position in Douglas's heart insignificant, making Douglas feel that this woman wasn't worth making a big fuss over.
Edward didn't believe that Douglas was unaware of Philip and Regina's relationship.
After all, Philip and Regina had been entangled for so many years.
But Philip and Regina had broken up, and Regina was married, yet they still had sex.
Would Douglas still want such a woman?
Edward sat in a monitoring room, watching the man and woman in the room, eagerly waiting for his plan to unfold step by step.
In the room, Regina curled up in a corner, struggling to endure.
She still tightly held the knife Edward had given her to sever Philip's tendons.
"Don't touch me," she said calmly. "Otherwise, it won't just be your tendons."
Philip listened to her 'vicious' words but inexplicably smiled happily. "If you had severed my tendons earlier, maybe we wouldn't be in this situation."
"Don't get me wrong. I just don't want to be a criminal."
Philip didn't respond. He knew there must be surveillance in the room, and Edward was just waiting for them to 'lose control' and do something.
At this point, he could only hope that Douglas would arrive soon.
Before coming here, he had warned Douglas that he wasn't sure if giving Edward the equity transfer would ensure Regina's release.
After all, Edward had reached this point with a desperate determination.
Douglas had also told him that if Regina couldn't be released immediately, he had to stall Edward for at least two hours.
Philip thought to himself, in this critical situation, two hours felt like a long and torturous time.
He heard Regina's increasingly rapid and heavy breathing from the corner.
Regina gripped the knife tightly.
But she wasn't holding the handle; she was gripping the blade in her palm, using the excruciating pain of her bleeding hand to suppress her desires and hallucinations.
