Deadly Doting Marriage Novel - Chapter 93

John hugged Kathleen tightly, wishing he could tear her apart and melt her into his own blood.

He loved this woman, but he did not wish to see her die from depression.

Forget it. If he was not meant to be with her, set her free and let her live.

John closed his eyes and clearly smelled the faint fragrance of Kathleen’s body. His heart ached.

It was the girl he had raised and the woman he would have given up everything for.

Unfortunately, no matter how much he had given her, he was not destined to be with her.

He thought about how she would belong to someone else tomorrow, and it felt as if someone had dug out a piece of his heart. He kissed Kathleen’s lips fiercely.

His kiss was overbearing and domineering, crazily interweaving with her lips and tongue. He devoured Kathleen’s sweetness as if he wanted to express his longing, deep affection, and attachment for her through his kiss.

Kathleen did not resist. She lay motionless on the bed, and no emotions could be seen on her pale face.

John bent over to look at Kathleen. His black eyes were filled with deep affection. “Kathy, this is our last night together. Don’t tell me that you’re not even willing to treat me well for this one night?”

When Kathleen heard him call her Kathy, her eyes instantly teared up.

Her’s chest heaved up and down violently. Ever since her father died, no one had ever called her Kathy.

She raised her blood-red eyes and looked at John. Her lips were trembling, but she still did not speak.

Her face was flushed red, and tiny beads of sweat were dripping from the tip of her nose.

This innocent and charming scene made John’s love for her even stronger.

John raised his hand and tore her clothes away…

Sherri heard the sounds coming from inside outside the door, and her face suddenly turned ashen.

John was really with this slut. They really…

Hatred filled Sherri’s heart. She only wished that she could tear Kathleen into a million pieces.

She had been with John for so long, and John had only treated her with indifference.

However, John had treated Kathleen with passion.

Her entire body started to tremble, and her tears kept flowing out.

Jealousy was like a knife, fiercely sharpening her determination.

She clenched her fists tightly, and a trace of sternness flashed across her black eyes.

‘I can’t. I can’t keep this woman around!’

In the small cabin, John’s feelings that he had suppressed for many days exploded one after another.

He finally let go of her after Kathleen had fainted.

John looked at Kathleen, who had fallen asleep. After covering her with a blanket, he put on his clothes and left the small cabin.

Sherri had been sitting in the car when she saw John finally come out in the middle of the night.

He looked messy, and his hair looked unkempt, and one could tell what he had done.

Sherri felt as if she had fallen into an ice cave. This man was her fiancé, but he was here with another woman…

John had not noticed Sherri. He took one last look at the cabin and drove away.

After he left, Sherri quietly walked to the window.

Through the gap of the curtains, she saw Kathleen, who was sleeping soundly on the bed.

The window was very close to the big bed. Under the moonlight, Sherri could clearly see Kathleen’s body…

Sherri was so jealous that she was shaking. She clenched her fists tightly, and a trace of viciousness flashed through her black eyes.

A moment later, she snorted coldly, turned around, and left.

Two hours later, Sherri took out the oil she had bought from the car.

She surrounded the small cabin with oil, then took out a lighter and lit it up.

Soon, there were a few crackling sounds, and sparks burst out. The cold wind whistled and blew the burning flames.

Sherri also lit up the oil material on the other side and let the flames burn from all directions.

At first, the flames were tiny, but with the help of the wind, the flames burned higher.

The raging fire burned mercilessly. Wherever it went, the flames danced and swallowed everything without restraint.

There was no one within then miles of the cabin because it was late at night at the seaside.

The fire grew bigger and bigger, shooting up into the sky. In a short while, it had consumed the entire small cabin.

Sherri looked at the small burning cabin, her black eyes flashing with an ice-cold light.

Kathleen, you’re dead meat!

She gave a sinister smile and quickly drove away from here.

Lambert’s residential villa.

After John returned from Crafield, he started to work. After dealing with the company’s work, it was already five o’clock in the morning.

His face was tired and pale, and his eyes were bloodshot. He was exhausted.

He was just about to go and rest for a while when his eyelids suddenly began to twitch violently.

An ominous premonition suddenly rose in his heart.

This premonition came quickly and fiercely, and his heart also began to panic, as if he had lost something important…

Could it be Kathleen? He instinctively felt that something had happened to Kathleen!

John stood up abruptly and immediately drove to the small cabin in Crafield.

Along the way, his heart was so heavy that it felt like it was filled with lead. He was terrified.

He drove the car with a crazy speed, and he finally arrived at the small cabin at dawn.

When he got out of the car, John could not believe what he was seeing.

The originally exquisite cabin had been reduced to ashes.

There was black and broken wood everywhere. The strong smell of burning was suffocating, making one’s eyes hurt.

John’s whole body began to tremble. He opened his mouth and let out a hoarse scream, “Kathleen, Kathleen!”

John’s face was ashen, and he ran over.

He ran to the ashes and used all his strength to push away the broken wood, starting to look for Kathleen.

His heart was in his throat. His entire body was so nervous that it was like a bowstring being pulled, and the sweat on his forehead dripped down.

This was a burnt chair, a burnt cabinet, and a burnt bedboard, but where was Kathleen? Where the hell is she?

John crazily clung to the blackened wood in front of him as he shouted out her name.

No matter how many times he shouted, no one answered.

No, he refused to believe that Kathleen was dead.

“Kathleen, Kathleen, where are you!”

John dug into the pile of wood one by one with all his might. His lips were white from nervousness. He clung to the blackened wood, wishing he could push away everything that stood in his way.

Half an hour had passed, but still no sight of Kathleen.

Could it be that she had escaped? He turned around and looked at the beach, shouting loudly, “Kathleen, where are you? Please come back!”

However, his voice had startled the seagulls. One by one, they flew towards the surface of the sea, letting out a cry.

John turned around and continued to dig into the pile of wood. “Kathleen, please, I was wrong. I will never imprison you again. Can you answer me?”.