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Chapter 38 Why Couldn’t He Simply Live Well?
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Felix spread his arms wide and let the blood flow freely, his face glowing with delight. “Let me hold you p>
His gaze locked onto the nervous, flustered young woman before him, burning hot enough to feel like it might melt her whole.
Lyra edged forward inch by inch, her hand drifting quietly toward the stun gun clipped to her uniform.
But Felix saw right through her plan.
He flicked a glance at the weapon, then rested one hand back on the bloodied toothbrush, feigning the move to yank it free and make good on his threat.
“You wanted to see it, didn’t you p>
“I’ll do it now p>
Lyra lunged suddenly. She wrapped her arms around him and pressed down hard on Felix’s hand.
Whether internal damage had already been done, the toothbrush plugging the wound would at least slow the bleeding.
If he pulled it out… she dared not imagine what would happen next.
Felix’s words cut off abruptly.
His breath caught.
When he looked down, all he could see was the crown of her hair. A faint sweet scent drifted from her locks and wrapped around him, leaving him dazed.
The slender girl barely reached his shoulder, yet she radiated an unbelievable warmth and softness.
The instant her arms closed around him, Felix’s heart turned into a pool of molten warmth. A tingle raced across his body, followed by sharp, stabbing pain behind his eyes.
He frowned, his vision growing fuzzy, his limbs starting to go weak.
Still, he fought to stay conscious and bent low, greedy to cling to this sensation a little longer.
Then-
Zzzzzzi!
The seemingly harmless girl secretly drew her only weapon.
Felix’s body convulsed violently.
Even as pain screamed through his mind and muscles, he broke into an uncanny smile.
He had no need for tricks like this Just a little of her warmth was already enough to render him helpless.
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Once Felix lost all capacity to resist, Lyra lowered him gently to the floor and immediately signaled Jessa over her pager
Jessa picked up the rapid tapping alerts, understood the emergency, and quickly summoned guards to head toward Building Three.
Felix’s body still twitched. More blood spilled out, soaking the front of his uniform completely red.
He watched quietly as Lyra, her face pale with fright, fetched two pillows from his bunk and slid them under his head.
Next, she grabbed several towels and bound his wrists, determined to stop him from hurting himself again.
Finally, she knelt beside him and pressed a towel firmly against the bleeding wound.
Lyra met his intense, unwavering stare with a tight frown.
Fear, worry, and a flicker of anger all mingled across her features.
Felix grinned again. His long dark lashes lowered, making him look exactly like a Venus flytrap closing over its prey.
His restrained hands lifted slowly, just far enough to wrap around the delicate forearm holding pressure to
his chest.
At the same moment, Lyra felt something hard digging into her skin inside his palm.
It was the candy she’d given him. He had never let it go.
Lyra kept steady pressure on his chest wound and ignored the grip. She noticed Felix’s complexion fading whiter by the second; fine, cold sweat soon plastered stray hair against his forehead.
Only moments ago, he’d acted as if he welcomed death, yet now agony drained all color from his face.
Lyra stared at him, confused.
Felix caught her look. Despite the obvious pain contorting his features, he still smiled at her.
Lyra’s jaw tightened. She ached to ask why he would do something so reckless.
Why couldn’t he simply live well?
Why treat his own body so carelessly?
Felix read the deep confusion in her eyes, yet he only stared back silently and said nothing.
“Nggh p>
The tearing pain inside his skull grew too much to suppress. A quiet whimper slipped out, and sweat soaked him as thoroughly as if he’d been pulled from a basin of water.
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Worried, Lyra briefly lifted the towel away.
Finished
Felix’s vision swam. When he felt her hand shift, he feared she would leave and squeezed her arm harder.
The involuntary strength in his grip was considerable; faint calluses on his fingertips scraped lightly against her skin.
Lyra pressed her lips together and ignored the minor discomfort.
She pulled her arm free, adjusted the pillows propping his head open, pried his fingers apart, retrieved the candy, unwrapped it, and slipped it into his mouth.
Once finished, she returned to holding pressure on the wound and waited.
The brief break in contact cleared the throbbing pressure in Felix head for a heartbeat.
The faint sweetness spreading across his tongue helped him focus, and his eyes clung almost obsessively to her face.
His bound hands reached out again instinctively to grab hold of her, addicted to the sharp, searing ache of being close to her.
Felix’s sight blurred. He could barely make out the details now.
Something soft brushed his cheek, and the beads of sweat rolling down his skin vanished.
“Lyra p>
Lyra heard Jessa’s anxious shout carried by hurried footsteps.
She wanted to respond, but Felix still clung tightly to her.
Lyra struggled lightly.
His consciousness was already slipping, and he held onto her as if she were his only lifeline.
へ
Thankfully, the arriving staff quickly spotted the half-open metal door of Cell 120.
“Over here, hurry p>
The moment the door swung wide, Jessa’s gaze skipped past the blood-soaked Felix and landed straight on Lyra-the last person who was supposed to be inside a Sentinel’s cell.
Shock washed over her.
Had this girl forgotten every single rule covered during her training p>
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