While I was busy running projects, Rose’s condition worsened. She needed painkillers to sleep, yet she still refused proper treatment, no matter how much Mom begged.
She declared she would see Hunter again when she was at her most haggard, to show him her suffering and force his epiphany.
“If he sees me on the verge of death, he’ll hold me tight and never let go,” Rose said, her gaze empty and sorrowful as she stared at the ceiling.
Yes, that’s how it always happened in the “dead girl” novels. Even the worst male lead would be filled with pity and regret upon seeing the dying heroine. He’d shed a few crocodile tears after her death, then be left with his vast, empty empire, forever pining for his lost love before brutally destroying the villainess in her name.
The female lead merely lost her life, but the male lead lost his love for eternity!
Dear God, is there any punishment more cruel for a man?
Watching Rose cry over her novels, I found myself eagerly awaiting the day she dragged her sick body to Hunter’s doorstep. I wondered if Mr. Allendale would gently embrace her or run away as if he’d seen a ghost.
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