Chapter 1470

"Who I like has nothing to do with you!" Nicola exclaimed. Suddenly, she remembered a small eyebrow razor she kept in her handbag. She reached out with all her might, grabbed the razor, and held it firmly in her hand. She didn't want to hurt anyone, but there was no other way to break free from Silas' grip. Her neck throbbed with pain, and she felt that if this continued, he would surely strangle her to death. She swung the razor at him with every ounce of energy she had left. She hoped that he would feel the pain so he would stop tormenting her. He didn't expect her actually to attack him with the razor and was caught off guard. Even though he noticed her movement as the razor neared, his reaction was a second too slow. As he dodged, the blade nicked his wrist, leaving a shallow cut. Beads of bright red blood began to seep from the wound. Although the cut wasn't particularly deep or painful for Silas, the sight of the blood and the sting it caused only fueled his anger. He coul