Chapter 197

"Lyra, do you still hate me? If killing me would make you feel better, I don't mind if you do."

"Back then, it was my fault, I have nothing to say if you want revenge. Go ahead!"

Ronan's voice was like a charm, deep and enticing, like a deadly pleasure.

His large hand held her small one, pressing it against his chest, the tip of the knife slowly piercing his chest.

The blood spreading from his shoulder stabbed Lyra's eyes with pain.

She stared blankly at Ronan, just inches away, unable to say a word.

Lyra's face was pale, biting her trembling lips tightly.

She was completely stunned, unable to make out what Ronan was saying.

Her mind had only one thought.

She had killed!

She had killed Ronan!

She had become a murderer!

The more she thought, the more terrified she felt.

Her body began to tremble violently as she fiercely pulled back her hand.

With a clang, the fruit knife f