CHAPTER 36: CHAPTER 36: HE COULDN’T BEAR TO HURT HER

"Nathaniel Gallagher, let go of me..."

His kiss was fierce and ruthless.

Filled with endless rage.

This damned woman.

She actually dared to ignore his calls for days and even flirted with her ex-boyfriend right in front of him.

How dare she?

Does she truly not know who he used to be?

He never used to hurt her.

Nor was he willing to lose his temper at her.

But tonight, he was completely furious.

"Nathaniel Gallagher, what are you doing?"

Her breath was interrupted.

She couldn’t resist, could only bite him hard.

The taste of blood spread between their mouths.

Nathaniel Gallagher was even more enraged.

The next moment, the kiss intensified.

"Stop!"

Josephine Thompson was shocked, almost losing consciousness.

She completely lost the strength to resist.

He acted like a madman, furious.

For the first time, she felt immense fear and shock!

They had been married for four years.

Though he was tough and stubborn, he was never rude.

He cared deeply about her feelings, always trying to be gentle and gentlemanly.

Even during the incident at the studio last time, he wasn’t as furious as he was today.

...

When Josephine Thompson regained consciousness again.

She didn’t know when she had ended up in bed.

"Argh..." She struggled to get up, but her whole body ached painfully.

Halfway up, she fell back into place, powerless.

The sound of rushing water came from the bathroom.

Probably Nathaniel Gallagher taking a shower.

Josephine Thompson swallowed heavily, gathering what little strength she had left to get up.

While he was showering.

She had to leave quickly, and she had to find a way to notify her grandfather, have him come rescue her.

She stumbled off the bed, grabbing a nightgown at random, just putting it on.

"Click!" The bathroom door opened.

Nathaniel Gallagher, wrapped in a towel around his waist, walked out, face clouded, steam clinging to him.

Water droplets trickled from his hair, dripping onto his firm chest and then winding around his eight-pack abs, dispersing.

"Where do you think you’re going?" Nathaniel Gallagher’s voice was icy cold.

"Ah～" Josephine Thompson was so frightened her legs went weak, almost unable to stand.

Nathaniel Gallagher closed in dangerously step by step, his tall figure creating a suffocating pressure.

For the first time, she was this afraid of him.

"Don’t come any closer, don’t come near me..."

Nathaniel Gallagher smirked evilly, "I’m your husband, what are you so afraid of me for?"

After saying that, he stepped closer, pushing her onto the bed.

Then followed directly.

He kneeled on the mattress with his long legs, sneering at her panic-stricken appearance.

Josephine Thompson felt weak and soft all over, desperately struggling to retreat.

Step back, he advances two steps.

Until...

She had nowhere left to retreat, once again overrun by the greedy, brutal invader.

"Nathaniel Gallagher, I hate you, don’t treat me like this!"

"Still refusing to behave, huh? Seems like the punishment wasn’t harsh enough, right?"

"Tell me, do you still want a divorce?"

"Say you can’t live without your husband, say you’ll die if you leave your husband. Don’t you like kids? We can have another one..."

...

Day and night became indistinguishable.

Josephine Thompson completely broke down and submitted, deeply comprehending the feeling of not being able to live or die.

The next day.

She began to run a high fever.

Nathaniel Gallagher called a family doctor to treat her.

They gave her an IV drip and prescribed medication.

Josephine Thompson was feverish and muddled, and she hadn’t eaten a single bite in two whole days.

Her cherry lips were dry with blood scabs, the bite marks on her neck swollen and purple.

Seeing her tortured like this, Nathaniel Gallagher felt a faint regret. Adding to that, his fury had subsided substantially, and rationality had once again occupied the high ground.

"Open your mouth, drink some water." Nathaniel Gallagher carefully fed her water from a cup.

Josephine Thompson was close to delirium from the fever, forced to take a few sips before drifting off into sleep again.

"President Gallagher, madam’s fever is very severe, maybe we should take her to the hospital?"

"...Have the doctor come again, if the fever still doesn’t subside, then we’ll go to the hospital."

"Alright."

...

On the fourth day.

After switching to a different batch of doctors, Josephine Thompson’s high fever finally went down.

Nathaniel Gallagher stayed by her side, personally taking care of her. Even when there were company meetings, he didn’t attend, only participated in remote meetings via computer.

"Come on, you haven’t eaten anything in four days, how about some porridge?"

Josephine Thompson’s head felt heavy and her body lacked strength. She lay lifelessly, neither eating nor drinking.

Nathaniel Gallagher brought a bowl of porridge close to her lips, cautiously, "How about some porridge? You can’t hold on without eating anything."

Josephine Thompson closed her eyes, her heart full of despair, no matter what he said, she didn’t respond at all.

She... acted too impulsively.

Now she had trapped herself in a difficult situation.

Her worldview was completely shattered.

Turns out, a man can really hide his true nature for so long. If she had known he was so violent and domineering by nature, she would never have married him back then.

"Could you at least say something?"

"I was really blinded by anger and it won’t happen again."

"Vivian has already gone to The Republic of Arcadia, she won’t be back for a while. I only went to see her off that day, not what the media falsely reported about spending the night with her."

"But you, did you already hook up with that man named Gu?"

No matter what he said.

Josephine Thompson didn’t respond.

Now, whether he was having an affair or not, it no longer mattered.

She discovered he has an even more intolerable flaw.

He has violent tendencies.

This aspect is scarier than infidelity, as it could threaten her life safety.

Nathaniel Gallagher put down the bowl, holding her hand to his face, "Honey, don’t be like this, okay?"

"Tell me, what do I need to do for you to forgive me? I really care about you, want to grow old with you. Let’s not quarrel anymore, alright? Tell me what you want me to do, directly."

Josephine Thompson slowly opened her eyes, looking at him with a heart full of despair, "...Nathaniel Gallagher, I just want to ask you one question."

"Ask."

Josephine Thompson swallowed heavily in her weakened state, trying to sit up, "Who is Henny’s real father?"

"..." Nathaniel Gallagher’s pupils flickered, his gaze becoming evasive.

"He is not my child at all, I just want to know, whose child is he?"

Nathaniel Gallagher remained silent for a while, stubbornly, "Josephine, you’re really overthinking it. Henny was born from your belly, of course, he’s our child."

Josephine Thompson’s grief broke through, uncontrollably shedding tears, "Stop lying, do you think I’m really that stupid, or that ignorant?"

"It’s true he came out of my belly, but he’s not my genetic ovum, nor my biological child."

"Who is his biological mother? Is it Vivian Shaw? Tell me the truth, at least let me die knowing."

In great sorrow, she grabbed his arm tightly, her nails digging deep into his flesh.