Chapter 869

At this moment, her legs were already in the air and she was terrified.

As long as he let go and gave a gentle push, she would fall, from the

eighteenth floor, into pieces.

She kept striking her legs in the tremendous fear, and at this point, the

feeling of fear had replaced all her perceptions.

He choked her and she could barely breathe.

Inside her chest cavity, the air was getting thinner and thinner, and the

blood was all rushing to her head. She felt swollen and hot in her mind,

and gradually she seemed to be losing even the ability to think.

The feeling of being on the verge of death was such a horror.

At this moment, death was infinitely close to her.

No, she didn't want to die. She was afraid of death. She still had too

much of a good life left to enjoy.

There were still too many things she wanted to get.

She was not willing to die like this, and even less willing to die at the

hands of someone she liked.

She kept struggling and even made pleading noises in her throat.

However, the person in front of her did not move in the slightest. She

felt more and more force on her neck, and finally she could not even

breath.

She couldn't breathe and her whole body went limp and she couldn't

struggle anymore.

Just when she felt like she was dying and about to lose her remaining

senses...

Luther suddenly let go and slammed her hard to the ground.

Fresh air rushed in in abundance, and Charlotte hastily covered her

neck, coughing heavily and gasping for breath.

She was soaked through, and was freezing with the cold wind.

She was shaking so hard that even she couldn't control herself. She

couldn't stop the violent trembling at all.

That moment just now, she knew it for sure.

Luther was really trying to kill her!

Luther only got his sanity back at the last minute.

"Don't let me hear my name from your dirty mouth." He threw down the

words harshly.

The way he looked at her was like he was looking at a piece of

garbage.

Charlotte crouched on the floor, panting continuously.

She could finally catch her breath.

He wanted to Kill her! He really wanted to kill her! She loved him so

much and he wanted her dead.

She couldn't accept this and she was not willing to accept it.

"Luther..." she wanted to call out to him, but when she thought of the

near-death feeling she had just felt and she hurriedly corrected herself,

“Mr. Warner, I can ... I can explain ... ahem ..."

Luther wasn't even interested in listening.

He only felt that even breathing in the same air with her was too dirty.

Just now, he let go at the last minute simply because he just did not

want to get his hands dirty.

Death by his hand? She didn't even deserve it!

And, death, was only too convenient for her.

He took a pack of wet tissues from inside his suit pocket and wiped his

fingers over and over again.

He just could not help but feel that his hands were dirty, and he just

could not wipe them clean.

In fact, he didn't have such a serious mysophobia problem before.

Although he didn't like being touched by other women, it was never to

this extent.

Since Joyce's disappearance, his mysophobia problem getting worse

and worse. He could not bear it if he was touched by other women, so

he always kept wet tissues with him.

He discarded the used wet tissues on the floor.

With a disgusted face, he did not bother to look at Charlotte anymore.

He turned around and just wanted to leave.

"Mr. Warner, wait. I saved your life once, and could you listen to my

explanation?" Charlotte was on her knees and crawled forward a step,

pleading.

Luther stopped in his tracks.

She saved his life?

Charlotte, this vicious woman, thought that he had not got his

memories back?

What made her so sure that he could not recover his memory?

Back then, how exactly did he lose his memory?