Chapter 136 Kiss

The atmosphere suddenly became tense. Celeste stood there, shocked, her face pale as she stared at him. Blood dripped steadily from Nathaniel's arm—drip, drip, drip—pooling on the floor. And yet, his expression remained unchanged, his deep, fathomless eyes fixed on her, unwavering. He didn't even flinch, his voice calm, almost tender, as he asked, "Honey, is this enough?" Celeste remained unmoved. She bit down hard on her lip, standing just a meter away from him, her eyes red with emotion. "Do you really think this will make me soften? Nathaniel, I'm Scarlett—a cold-blooded killer. You think a simple wound like that will make me forgive you?" Nathaniel's face remained impassive. "Then let's add another." Without hesitation, he raised the blade again, ready to cut deeper— "Wait!" Celeste finally spoke, her voice sharp as she stopped him. She could see it now—Nathaniel wasn't bluffing. He wasn't trying to manipulate her. He was truly willing to carve into his own flesh, again