Mistakenly Love You, To The Bones

In the hospital.

The cold device only had a faint vibration sound. Amelia Wytte had a long nightmare, in which a pair of cold hands tightly grabbed her throat and forced her to compromise.

All of a sudden, she felt something really cold and rough around her neck, which made her open her eyes all of a sudden.

"Waah..." the big palm suddenly tightened, which made her gasp for breath.

"What qualifications do you have to live?" The man gnashed his teeth in a low and hoarse voice, like the demon who was in the hell to decide life and death.

As she breathed hard, his handsome and cold eyes gradually appeared in her memory of Amelia Wytte.

"Nicola Clinton , why... Why did you do this to me?" The breath of Amelia Wytte was struggling weakly, and her eyes were red. She was in great pain.

The anger and hatred in his eyes made her have no doubt that she might die at his hands in the next second.

Just when she was about to lose her last strength to struggle, hid big hand suddenly loosened. Amelia Wytte was like a broken doll, thrown back to the pillow by Nicola Clinton mercilessly.

"That's right. You have no right to die. You should live a life worse than death. You should die with my brother all your life." He said word by word coldly.

Amelia Wytte breathed hard and looked into his cold eyes, murmuring, "what did you say? What happened to Bill ?"

Nicola Clinton looked at her coldly, as if he wanted to kill her.

"Dead." He gritted his teeth and said, "You are satisfied."

As he approached step by step, the transfusion bottle in Amelia Wytte was pulled down by him and smashed to the bedside. The glass bottle was broken into pieces.

Several pieces of glass debris bounced to her snow-white face, leaving shocking thin blood marks, but his eyes were burning with a cold flame.

Her body trembled, and a bigger crack appeared in her heart. She swallowed her tears and shook her head. "I don't know what happened. It's not me. It's really not me."

"Do you think I'm my brother?" He shouted coldly, and his eyebrows were full of disgust and hatred for her. "You cry and he felt heartache for you, and then he lost his life."

"You were drunk driving and had a car accident. You're lucky to survive."

"Damn you! Why is he..." Nicola Clinton 's eyes were full of scarlet.

Amelia Wytte held her head tightly with her hands, but he was like a executioner, cutting her heart word by word.

How could she expect him to be so gentle and trust her.

The pair of handsome eyes and brows had left a deep mark on her heart, and now she was devoured by pain.

He tried every means to push her to his brother, Bill Clinton , and even used her family to force her to marry him.