Kevinâs heart clenched with soreness as he reflected on the foolish things he had done over the years.
Esther sneered and taunted. âArenât you here with bodyguards to take me back? Come on! Come and get me!â
Kevin remained motionless. He could no longer treat Esther in the same way as before.
After dealing with Kevin, Esther turned to Bradley, who still held her at gunpoint, and asked calmly, âMr.
Warner, are you now telling me that you want my life? Or do you want me? Or have you finally come to your senses and want to-â
Before Esther could finish speaking, Bradley hoisted her over his shoulder, turned around, and walked away.
Kevin hurriedly caught up with Bradley, incessantly advising him from behind like a chattering old man.
âBradley, canât you talk calmly?
âBradley, she might feel uncomfortable being carried like thisâ¦
âBradley, please calm down.â
Bradley ignored Kevinâs words.
Billy grabbed Kevin and forcefully pulled him aside, quietly pleading, âKevin, please, considering that Esther once helped you, can you persuade Bradley to let her go?â
Kevin wore a long face, torn between both sides. âMr. Anstey, if only my words could make a difference.â
In fact, Kevin couldnât comprehend Bradleyâs various actions either. It was evident that Bradley did not.
love Esther. If he didnât love her, why would he go to such lengths to keep her imprisoned by his side?
What was his plan?
âKevin, please help Esther. Sheâs still so young. She shouldnât be imprisoned and lose her freedom like this! She deserves her own life!â
Kevin took a deep breath, feeling helpless. He hurriedly caught up with Bradley, only to see him carry Esther into the bedroom. He attempted to follow them, but the door slammed shut.
âBradley, please calm down!â
Bradley stared at Esther, who had wounds all over her body, with a murderous gaze in the room.
When Esther escaped, she had been focused on running and was unaware of the cuts on her face, arms, and legs caused by thorns and vines. Yet, even in that state, she possessed a fragile yet captivating beauty.
Esther locked eyes with Bradley, whose gaze was as dark as an abyss. A small, wicked smile formed on her fair face.
Bradley grabbed Estherâs throat and forcefully kissed her lips.
At that moment, all his aggressive instincts became active. There was no thought of cherishing or being gentle with Esther-he only wanted to dominate and mark her as his own.
Like a captive, Esther could neither escape nor die. She could only passively endure Bradleyâs fury.
She bit her lip tightly, and a trickle of blood dripped from the corner of her mouth.
After Bradley had finally vented his anger, Esther scornfully remarked, âMr. Warner, your technique still needs improvement-
Bradley angrily grasped her chin and gritted his teeth, saying, âEsther, if iron chains canât restrain you, fine. Iâll build you a magnificent birdcage. This is my final warning. If thereâs a next time, Iâll personally break your legs.â