Arielle Moore and Vinson Nightshire

Chapter 153

Obsessed CEO Throws Himself at Me Chapter 153

Unable to hak at it any , Carter kishi strength in his leo. His face turned palete all to his knus beside

Arielle

T‘s not your fault… It‘s mine. The others deliberately blocked my way, but I should‘ve ignored them and

rushed here direcily. Right froini

the start I shouldn‘t have gone to the seaside to i bring ihat dude back… His death is all my fault!”

mumbled Carter,

It was unclear if he was talking to Arielle, or to himself.

He punched the ground repeatedly, causing his knuckles to start bleeding,

When Arielle saw that, she imrnedpulled Carier‘s hand and urged. “Are y out of your mind? If you

continue punch you‘ll cripple your hand!”

*Let go of mel fit telomes crippled, so be it! killed him, so I

n o repay him with my own

Anelle refused to release her grip.

At that moment, the woman who had been kicking up a fuss earlier rushed over and slapped Arielle All rights © NôvelDrama.Org.

She was caught off quard, her cheek burned due to the pain

However, the second slap soon came.

Anelle nibconsChy wanted to grab the woman‘s hand, but none intervene blocher and grabbed the

hand. A koud crack sounded the WOT CE out in pain.

“Argh. My hand! It dislocated!”

When Arelle glanced at the person, she sawa chigeled face that was covered in black ash.

Yet, she could not tear her gaze way from his brooding eyes and intimidating aura.

“Vin_ Vinson…” Arielle uitered his name in disbelief.

Carter was so elated that he burst inta e. 3. You darnimed jerk! I knew that you want to easily!

*POMOAQU

As Vinson gazed at both of the an amused look appeared in his eyes.

Arielle‘s tears gushed out again.

She slapped a hand over her mouth, prventing herself from crying out loud.

He‘s not dead! Vinson‘s not dead! He didn‘t go back on his words. He isnt a Mar!

As if he could read her mind, Vinson smirked and said, “Didn‘t I promise you? I won‘t die here without

your permission.”

The hint of amusement in his eyes caused her heartbeat to quicken

ni limone. “Belurn imy santo nel Why did THE VEHelse but IT soh? Heturn him to

tem!”

Anelle glanced at the woman. Alihough she tried to stay G , she still felt extremely uket. I fell as if

someone had splashed her with a bucket af cold water

It did not feel good to be scolded after doing something good.

It felt like someone was piercing her heart–1 lalal, but intolerably painful.

She bit her lips and lowered her head.

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The amused look disappeared Lou Vinson‘s eyes and was replaced by an icy coughnt.

Even his expression tumed colder.

Glancing at the women, he said in a frosty tone, “Looks like I was harsh enough, huh?

“Just beat me to death! Kill me, and I‘ll still take revenge on you even in hell! You made my son die

inside! All of you deserve to die too!”

Losing his patience, Vinson stretched out his arm to choke her.

Suddenly, a child–like voice sounded, “Mom… Stop scolding them!”

Surmised the war immediately lohiked in the direction at the voice. Her disheeled–kicking son walked

out from behind the firefighters.

She wided her cyes, her gaze brimming with renewed Pape