Chapter 29. What's Wrong with Her?

Natalie gripped the blanket covering her naked body. She stood still and stared blankly at Dante lying on the bed. The man had fallen asleep after fucking her for quite some time.

Wasn’t that a good opportunity for her?

It was a good chance to kill him. If Dante died, she would no longer have to satisfy his lust. If Dante died, she no longer needed to be toyed with and made fun of; she no longer needed to have her pride destroyed. If Dante died...

The hatred in Natalie’s heart mixed with anger to give rise to a dangerous evil intent. Slowly, she stepped closer to Dante while staring at his handsome face filled with satisfaction.

Natalie clenched her fists. As their distance grew closer, she stretched her hands forward. She wanted to strangle Dante. She wanted to sever his arteries and stop his breathing.

However, Dante’s eyes suddenly opened. The gray irises stared intently at Natalie. With a single jerk, he pulled the woman’s hand so that her body fell