Nathaniel remained still and silent, not moving a muscle.
âWhatâs the matter with you? Are you really scared that I will hurt you?â
Shaking his head weakly, Nathaniel spoke in a low voice.
âI injected it the last time.
This time⦠Can you help me?â
He then stretched out the box to Lucinda.
She looked into his eyes without saying anything.
He persuaded, âJust this once.
â
Lucinda took the box from him, only to find that he didnât plan to remove his clothes.
Instead, he reclined in the rocking chair.
âWhat are you doing? Take your clothes off and stretch out your arm,â she instructed him firmly.
Nathaniel tilted his head to the side, exposing his pale neck.
âInject it into the jugular vein,â he said quietly.
Lucinda looked at him and then injected Nathanielâs jugular vein.
It was quite painful.
But Nathaniel only frowned slightly.
It was all over in a few seconds.
Lucinda tossed the syringe into the trash can and turned around to find Nathaniel staring blankly at the sunset.
He was devoid of any energy.
Something seemed really off about him.
She was about to inquire further when Nathaniel spoke up first.
âLucinda, if I die, will I be forever in your heart?â
He sounded weak and casual.
Lucindaâs response was blunt.
âNo.
â
She raised her eyebrows and scoffed, âIf you die, Iâd move on with my life and forget you ever existed.
But hey, a scoundrel like you canât die just yet.
â
Nathaniel pouted with a playful grin.