Chapter 181 A Kiss That Nearly Took Her Life!
A large truck suddenly appeared and sent Natalie flying into the air.
She was thrown more than 30 feet away and landed heavily.
Young Frederick's expression changed rapidly. "Natalie!" Roy shouted from beside the car, panicking as he ran towards Natalie. Unfortunately, he was also hit by a car.
Frederick, in a frenzy, broke free from his teacher's hand and ran crying into the street.
Natalie lay in the cold snow, her white clothes stained with blood.
Young Frederick knelt in the pool of blood, shedding tears for the first time in his young life.
"Mommy, get up! Mommy, get up!"
Roy, still barely alive, crawled weakly to Natalie. He held Natalie tightly in his arms, uttering, "Natalie, don't be afraid. I'm here!"
Receiving no response from Natalie, Roy looked up at the sky and shouted in grief, spitting out a mouthful of blood.
Young Frederick was terrified, exclaiming, "Daddy! Daddy!"
Roy still held onto Natalie, not letting go. Ignoring the blood at the corner of his mouth, he freed one hand to touch Frederick's little face.
"Frederick, Daddy and Mommy have to break our promise. We can't watch you grow up. You have to be strong and do well. You know Daddy and Mommy's wish. Just grow up happy and healthy. Don't worry about our grudges with the Valdemar family!
If they take you back, go with them, but remember this: never harm others, but always be on guard. The Valdemar family is a den of dragons and tigers. Be very careful...
Don't worry about your mommy. I'll always be with her, taking care of her. We both love you..."
Using his last bit of strength, Roy finished his instructions to Frederick and died in the snow with Natalie.
In one day, a family of three was reduced to one, leaving young Frederick an orphan.
Frederick wandered like a ghost at the crime scene, watching his dead parents and his younger self screaming madly. He felt pain, anxiety, and despair!
He was by their side, yet he could do nothing!
The extreme sorrow and helplessness drove him crazy!
He roared in anger, shouting like a madman!
In the next room, Isabella had already lain down, but Frederick's commotion was too loud. Worried, she got up to check on him.
Frederick lay on the bed, his brows tightly furrowed, gripping the sheets with trembling hands.
His forehead was covered in cold sweat, his lips quivering as if he wanted to shout but couldn't make a sound.
The veins on his forehead bulged, his emotions clearly at a breaking point, wanting to explode but unable to release.
Isabella thought he was having a nightmare!
She quickly leaned down, frowning and calling him, "Hey! Wake up."
She called several times to no avail, then ran to the bathroom to get a wet towel to wipe his face, hoping to wake him up.
His eyes suddenly opened! They were red, filled with bloodshot veins!
Isabella was startled and instinctively took a step back.
Frederick suddenly grabbed her and threw her onto the bed, pinning her down, his eyes red as he questioned, "Who did it?"
Isabella was confused, asking, "What do you mean, who did it?"
Frederick was furious, the veins on his forehead bulging as he exclaimed, "Tell me! Who did it? Who the hell did it?"
Isabella was terrified. Was he crazy?
She pushed him hard, trying to get him off. She shouted, "Get off, you bastard! I don't know what you're talking about. Snap out of it!"
Frederick seemed not to hear her, repeatedly muttering, "Who did it? Who did it?"
Who had plotted to kill his parents?
Isabella looked at him in horror. His emotions were too intense. If this continued, something bad might happen!
She reached for the bedside table, trying to turn on the main light to wake him up.
Instead, she knocked over the lamp.
The room suddenly plunged into darkness.
Frederick warily glanced around. The familiar dark environment and extreme tension, along with the familiar woman beside him.
His thoughts suddenly drifted to the airport six years ago.
It was his first day back to inherit the Valdemar Group, and he was ambushed right after getting off the plane.
He was chased, ambushed, and drugged...
He pressed down on her, quickly covering Isabella's mouth, uttering, "Don't make a sound!"
Isabella couldn't breathe properly, the feeling of suffocation overwhelming her. She didn't care what he said, struggling fiercely!
Frederick pressed down on her, their bodies tightly pressed together.
One hand grabbed her wrist and pinned it above her head, while the other continued to cover her mouth and nose.
His legs pinned hers down, preventing her from moving!
"If you want to live, don't make a sound. Someone is trying to kill me. Be careful, or they'll kill you too," said Frederick.
Isabella's eyes widened, her memory flashing back to six years ago.
He had said the same thing back then, word for word!
Had he gone back six years?
"You..."
"Don't move!"
Isabella was extremely nervous, unable to stay still. She struggled, resisted, trying to break free from him.
Her resistance was like adding fuel to the fire. Frederick felt uncomfortable, his lips unconsciously moving closer to her.
Isabella reflexively turned her face away, and Frederick's head buried into her neck.
He bit her neck like a dog, as if punishing her for not listening.
Isabella's breath hitched, her pupils dilating. She uttered, "You..."
Frederick seemed possessed, biting and then suddenly sucking. His whole demeanor changed.
Isabella couldn't help but make a sound.
Frederick seemed encouraged, whispering tenderly in her ear, "Help me, and I won't let you down! Trust me! I'll take responsibility and make you the happiest, most honored woman in the world!"
Isabella's eyes were filled with terror, as if history was repeating itself. She said, "No!"
Her refusal was eventually drowned out by his kiss.
He was as domineering as he had been back then!
Forcing her mouth open, plundering her juices, and forcefully injecting his essence.
No matter how Isabella struggled, he held her tightly, kissing her madly, venting his desire!
Like a starving lone wolf in winter, finally finding prey, biting down and never letting go!
A deep kiss nearly took Isabella's life!
Unable to breathe during the kiss, her brain was deprived of oxygen, and her consciousness began to fade.
Even though she hadn't been drinking, she couldn't tell if this was reality or a dream!
Because over the past six years, she had dreamed of him many times.
Every time she dreamed, they were as entwined as they were now, passionately entangled!
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