Chapter 318: Chapter 318: One Second Angel, One Second Devil
In terms of combat power alone, Austin Winters is definitely not a match for Alexander Parker; his strength lies only in assassination.
His wrist throbbed with pain, his handsome face pale: "I didn’t touch her! Let go of me!"
Alexander Parker released him: "Get out!"
Austin Winters turned around, opened the car door, and got inside: "We originally agreed, kill Harry Hunter. Why did you change your mind halfway?"
Isabella Weaver’s expression changed, looking at Alexander Parker in horror.
Alexander Parker held her tightly, shouting at Austin Winters: "None of your business, get lost!"
Austin Winters put on a mask to cover the bruises on his cheeks that hadn’t yet faded, placing those hands—with countless kills—on the steering wheel: "I failed."
A faint trace of irritation appeared between his well-sculpted brows.
He hadn’t expected Harry Hunter to be this sensitive to danger!
This was the first time in his career as a professional killer that he’d encountered such a situation—the bullet had just been fired, and the other party already had a premonition, avoiding the critical hit.
Damn Ben Hunter, having nothing better to do than train his precious grandson to have keener instincts than an assassin!
Alexander Parker said darkly: "Your skill level is poor!"
Austin Winters turned his head and smiled at him: "No, my skills rank in the top three in the business; I’ve only failed twice."
One time was a real failure, and that was the attempt on Harry Hunter.
Another was a pretend failure, and the failed target is now in Alexander Parker’s arms.
But he couldn’t say that.
If he said it, this lunatic Alexander Parker would probably kill him.
Just now when he tried to touch Isabella Weaver’s face, his wrist was nearly snapped.
He rubbed his wrist, put on his hat, and drove away.
Under the starry sky, in the small courtyard, only Alexander Parker and Isabella Weaver were left.
He carried her horizontally and entered the house.
The house was very clean, with quilts, slippers, and all kinds of supplies being brand new, clearly prepared in advance.
Isabella Weaver was placed onto a small bed, and then he pressed his entire body down on her.
The kiss landed on her neck and then moved downwards.
His fingers moved slightly, easily undoing her buttons.
Isabella Weaver didn’t move.
There was not even the slightest resistance or struggle.
As if she were dead.
Alexander Parker suddenly stopped and asked gently, with affection: "Cousin, you don’t like it?"
Isabella Weaver didn’t answer.
"Then forget it."
In his bones, he still wanted her to be happy.
He could kill everyone who tried to take her away, but he would never force himself on her.
He had liked her for so many years and had never had the thought to force her.
He couldn’t bear to.
Isabella Weaver knew he wouldn’t use force; as long as she didn’t resist or provoke his pathological mood, she was safe.
Even so, when he stopped, she still breathed a sigh of relief.
His temperament was too unpredictable, and even though she had known him for so many years, she couldn’t guess what he would do next.
Alexander Parker wore only a thin light green plaid shirt, yet his forehead was slightly sweaty. He covered Isabella Weaver with a quilt and embraced her through it.
"Cousin, actually I just want to sleep like this with you; it’s enough for you to be by my side."
"Will you kill me after I fall asleep at night?"
"No."
"Not today, but what about tomorrow? The day after tomorrow?"
"Oh... I... will try my best..."
He didn’t like to lie; he couldn’t deceive Isabella Weaver by saying he would never do it, because it was truly difficult for him to control himself.
In his mind, the angel and the devil were fiercely fighting.
The angel said to be gentle, to cherish her.
The devil said to tear her apart! Kill her!
Sweat dripped more and more from his forehead.
He suddenly got up, not even bothering to wear shoes, ran to the door, and closed it behind him, leaning against it, slowly sitting down on the cold floor.
His voice, repressed and restrained: "Cousin, I’ll sleep outside tonight."