Chapter 390

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Startled, Linsey quickly yanked the knife from Gorman’s shoulder and stepped back, her heart pounding in her chest.
Soon after, the wound on Gorman’s shoulder worsened, bleeding more freely. Panic washed over Linsey’s features as her eyes widened. She had hurt someone…
With this awareness, her grip on the fruit knife faltered, and a slight tremor ran through her hand. Drops of bright red blood fell from the knife’s sharp tip, tracing a trembling path downward.
Tension gripped Linsey; she struggled to swallow, her breaths sharp and shallow, frozen in place. Yet, to defend herself, she summoned a shaky calm and, through clenched teeth, she warned firmly, “Gorman, let me go now, or it won’t end with your shoulder.”
Her fingers tightened around the knife’s handle again.
Gorman, pale from blood loss, managed a weak smile, his eyes still soft. “Linsey, I’ll let you go, of course. But we need to tend to your hand first; I can’t relax otherwise.”
Linsey couldn’t hear him at this moment. To her, it seemed Gorman was merely finding excuses to detain her.
“Cut the crap!” Linsey shouted hoarsely.
Gorman maintained his steady gaze, then unexpectedly moved toward her. Linsey’s heart began to race wildly. Her gaze dropped to the still-bleeding wound on Gorman’s shoulder, her expression torn with conflict.
Suddenly, Linsey directed the knife toward her own neck with decisive resolve. Gorman’s face darkened instantly at her drastic move. This bold move effectively kept him at bay.
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“Linsey! Please, calm down!”
Tension marked Gorman’s voice. A wave of relief washed over Linsey as she realized her threat had taken effect.
“I’m not backing down, Gorman. You won’t win. I won’t betray Collin,” she declared firmly.
Gorman’s eyes flashed with anger as he heard her words. How could Linsey devote herself to a man who couldn’t even walk? Jealousy and bitterness clouded Gorman’s face as his mood soured. He looked at her intently and asked softly, “Do you really need to reject me this harshly, Linsey?”
An unsettling idea then flickered across Gorman’s mind. Would Linsey reconsider her feelings if he claimed her tonight? This notion quickly took hold, growing uncontrollably in his mind.
Linsey noticed a menacing spark in Gorman’s eyes, sending a shiver of dread through her.
At that moment, Linsey’s bodyguard returned from shopping at the mall. As he approached the banquet hall, a waiter, following Fernanda’s instructions, intercepted him.
“Hand me the clothes, and I’ll ensure Linsey gets them,” the waiter said.
The bodyguard’s brow creased with suspicion. “No, it’s important that I deliver them directly to her.” He brushed past the waiter without waiting for a reply.
But as he approached the lounge, Fernanda’s people blocked his way, already prepared for his arrival.
“Best not take matters into your own hands. Stay out of trouble,” Fernanda warned coldly.
The bodyguard’s gaze hardened. “I must speak with Linsey. Where is she?”
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