Chapter 470: We're Done
Michael glanced at Alvin, took a few steps forward, grabbed Alvin by the collar, and dragged Alvin aside.
No matter how much Alvin struggled, he was no match for Michael.
Nina wanted to intervene but was stopped by Michael. "Nina, take my advice and go back with Richard."
Nina frowned.
Michael looked at her expression, comfort her, "Richard has made countless efforts to see you, Nina. You should have a conscience."
"Conscience?" Nina was amused by Michael's words.
She turned to face Richard. "Alright. Let's talk about conscience. How do you want to discuss it?"
Given Richard's temperament, he had no patience for coaxing women.
But for him, Nina was that exception.
Richard's emotions fluctuated in his eyes, but he finally suppressed his anger. He held Nina's hand, coaxing softly, "Come back with me. I have something to tell you."
Nina glanced back at Alvin, who was still being restrained by Michael, and nodded. "Alright, I'll go back with you. Alvin is Ophelia's son; don't hurt him."
Richard didn't even look at Alvin. At this moment, his eyes were only on Nina, and he only listened to her.
"Don't worry, I'm not so bored as to kill someone irrelevant." Richard finished speaking, took Nina by the hand, and led her to the car.
Seeing this, Alvin shouted anxiously, "Nina, don't go with him!"
Nina turned back, "I'm fine. Michael, you crashed his car, so you have to pay for the repairs!"
Michael smiled and waved at her, "I'll pay for it, don't worry."
Nina left with Richard.
As the car drove away, Nina kept looking in the rearview mirror.
Richard frowned, made a left turn at the next intersection, and Nina could no longer see anything.
She withdrew her gaze but still didn't look at Richard, instead staring out the window, not even giving him a side glance.
Richard, feeling irritated, pulled the car over to the side of the road, locked the doors, and turned to embrace her.
Nina didn't resist, letting him pull her over to sit on his lap.
Nina's body was warm and soft. Richard buried his head in her neck, greedily kissing her delicate skin. "Nina, do you know how much I've missed you these days?"
After so many days, Richard's pent-up longing was finally released at this moment.
Richard didn't want to suppress himself; he wanted to show all his passion to Nina.
Soon, Nina's clothes were stripped down to just one piece.
"Is this how you discuss conscience with me?" Nina's cold voice rang out.
Richard stroked Nina's cheek with his thumb, seeing her cold and somewhat hateful expression reflected in his eyes. Richard felt a pang of pain in his heart.
He lowered his head in shame, took a while to compose himself, then looked up again, "The child's death was an accident."
Nina's eyes gradually turned from cold to mocking.
"I know nothing I say now will help. You have every right to be angry. Now that I'm back, you can take out your anger on me however you want." Richard spoke with soft tone.
Nina looked at him, amused. "Mr. Mille, now holding all the power of the Black Family and being the husband of the Black Family's daughter, you are incredibly powerful. What can a helpless person like me do to you?"
Richard frowned deeply, "Nina, don't talk to me like that."
"If Mr. Mille wants to hear sweet words, why not go back to your new wife, Elodie? Or with your current status and power, you can have any woman you want with just a wave of your hand. Why waste time on me?"
Richard's gaze locked onto her. "Nina, I can only tolerate hearing such words once. I didn't marry Elodie that day; it was all part of the plan."
Nina turned her head away, her voice cold. "I don't want to know about your plans. You don't need to tell me."
"Alright, I won't say anything." Richard gently comforted her, his palm brushing over her flat stomach. Thinking of the child, he felt a sharp pain in his heart. "Nina, we will have more children in the future. However many you want, we'll have. I promise you, I'll be a good husband and a good father."
Nina shook her head. "No, Richard, we're done."
As she finished speaking, the arm around her waist tightened. "Nina."
"You should know how important that child was to me. You should also know that with the child's death, there's no chance for us anymore. Richard, you don't owe me anything. The stab wound on your wedding day has already paid me back in full. Let's end this amicably. I believe you're a straightforward person, and so am I."
Before she could finish, Richard sealed her lips with his.
Richard's hand firmly held the back of her head, kissing her dominantly. There was a gentle fierceness in his kiss, as if he wanted to swallow all her resolute words.
Nina stiffened.
Richard's kiss was so passionate and familiar, the same kiss she had dreamed of countless times during their separation.
Back then, she was truly lovesick. Every time she woke from a dream, she would run to the balcony to look for him.
Each time, she returned disappointed.
Nina found herself a bit ridiculous. Despite all she had been through, she still felt a sense of admiration and longing for Richard, like a girl in her first love.
But a simple truth remained: the more she invested in a relationship, the more hurt she received.
She had deeply understood and experienced this truth, but now she was blinded by love, forgetting all the painful scars.
At this moment, Richard's kiss felt bitter to her.
She stiffened, not moving, her teeth clenched tightly, refusing his advances.
Perhaps Richard sensed her rejection, and his kiss gradually softened. He kissed her lips repeatedly, with a hint of pleading.
It even gave Nina the illusion that if she responded to him, he would be willing to kneel and apologize immediately.
But she no longer needed such an apology.
Finally, Richard stopped.
He looked down at Nina's swollen lips from the kiss, his voice hoarse. "Do you hate me that much?"
Nina didn't speak, choosing silence as her answer.
She thought her coldness would make Richard give up.
But in the next second, he reclined the seat and pressed her down completely.
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