All Chapters of Love in the dark: Chapter 181 - Chapter 190

Zoey’s survival instincts were stronger than she thought. She no longer wished to live in a nightmare again. Did honor matter? Did dignity matter? Surviving was the highest priority right now.Zoey stumbled to her feet and gripped the car window tightly. Hot tears streamed down her face, her eyes already swollen from her tears. She didn’t care how much of a mess she looked now as she cried out through her sobs, “I’m begging you, Shawn. Please, help me.”Shawn’s breath caught in his throat for a moment when he saw her cry. But then he returned to being callous again as he averted his gaze from her, seemingly unmoved by her plight. “Drive,” he ordered the chauffeur coldly.The chauffeur did not dare disobey Shawn’s orders and stepped on the gas.Shawn had an icy expression on his face; the coldness of his expression somehow accentuated his killer looks. He placed his hands on his thighs and fought the urge to show Zoey a moment of kindness. He shouldn’t have shown her mercy, for it didn’

It most certainly wasn’t a lie that Zoey created to protect herself.The inside of Zoey’s wrist was rubbed raw. She didn’t dare move, afraid that the wire would cut into a major artery and make her bleed to death. Her body was already weak enough; she didn’t have the physical strength to fight these kidnappers.George, however, thought that she was downplaying her relationship with Laurence. He laughed, his tone light as he said, “Do you expect me to believe you when Laurence brought you everywhere with him?”Zoey couldn’t be bothered to explain that Laurence only brought her with him because she was useful that way.George would not believe her. In his eyes, Zoey and Laurence were thick as thieves. They couldn’t possibly have different ideas and motives. His mood took a turn for the worse as he paced in front of Zoey in irritation. A few circles later, his hands began to shake but he was still able to maintain his grip on the knife he held.George waited another half an hour before he

George wasn’t as good at reining in his emotions as Zoey was; Laurence’s calmness had stoked his fury. He smashed the items and furniture inside the factory in anger. Once he was done letting off steam, he sat, panting. At his age, he no longer cared about decorum.George couldn’t believe that Laurence didn’t feel anything during the phone call earlier. Could Zoey really be no one in his eyes since he didn’t care about her life even though she was his wife? But how could a husband be heartless enough not to care about his wife?George shifted his rage at Laurence to Zoey. He grabbed her by her hair and forced her to look up. “How long have you been married to him?”Zoey didn’t answer.George flung her down and began to mutter to himself, “It’s been at least a year and a half by now. He’s got to have slept with you several times, right? So why the fuck does he not feel anything for you?”Zoey’s head hurt. Her body ached. The floor was cold, and the metal pipes digging into her back were

Shawn didn’t seem perturbed about the situation worsening. After a pause, he asked, “You aren’t worried that George might jump the gun and kill her?”Laurence raised an eyebrow. “No.”George would not do that unless his hand were forced. He still had his son, who was still alive and in jail. If George wanted to continue negotiations, he wouldn’t let go of his prize bargaining chip.Shawn was in deep thought for a moment before a light smile came to his lips. “To stay alive means to suffer the pains that come with it,” he said as he looked at Laurence. He was in deep admiration of Laurence’s heartlessness. “And I thought you were starting to feel a little something for her, thanks to all the times you’ve slept together.” Shawn chuckled. “You really haven’t changed all these years.”He was even crueler than the rest of them. He was even more immovable than stone.Laurence responded with a hard look, “You’re the same too.”There was something that Shawn was curious about, though. “You are

However, despite George’s best plans, he hadn’t accounted was Laurence’s calmness toward his wife’s kidnapping and Laurence’s lack of interest in negotiations.Zoey didn’t intend to keep speaking with the scarred man. She would not get through to him. She quietly wrapped her arms around her knees and curled up in the corner. The rational side and the emotional side of her warred with each other. Rationally, it was the right move for Laurence to leave her here. If he decided to come, he would fall into George’s trap. If he allowed himself to get emotional, he would have to take a huge risk that might even cost him his life.Zoey couldn’t tell whether she hoped Laurence would come. Maybe she still did to some extent, as though that would prove that he cared for her.Zoey’s mind was abuzz. She buried her face in her knees. She knew that she shouldn’t think about this from an emotional viewpoint; instead, she should look at the problem from Laurence’s perspective. She shouldn’t hope for to