Chapter 1132



Belinda’s breath caught, her forehead beading with cold sweat from the pain. Rhys then turned back to Darwin, his voice menacing. “I’ll say it again—stab yourself. Will you do it or not?”

Darwin faced Rhys, his expression cold. He knew Rhys wasn’t bluffing. Failing to act might mean further harm to Belinda, something he couldn’t allow. With no room for hesitation and his resolve hardened, Darwin grasped the knife, pressed it against his stomach, and thrust it in.

“Ugh…” he groaned, pain distorting his features momentarily.

“Darwin!” Belinda’s pupils dilated in shock, her voice ringing out in alarm.

“Excellent! What a fool in love!” Rhys burst into laughter at the sight.

Once his laughter subsided, he turned to Belinda and said, “Belinda, do you think a man who doesn’t have feelings for you would stab himself for you?”

Belinda remained silent, her lips pressed tightly together as she looked at Darwin, her eyes filled with concern. She truly hadn’t anticipated that Darwin would go so far as to stab himself with a knife for her. She was really shocked by it.

Rhys then turned to look at Darwin and said, “Continue! Pull out the knife and do it again. Repeat this. Don’t stop until I say so!”

At this, Belinda shouted, “Enough, Rhys! This is too much!”

Rhys sneered at her reaction, saying, “Oh? What’s this, Ms. Wright? Feeling pity for him? Or have you developed feelings for him, too?”

When Belinda heard Rhys’ words, a surge of fury rushed through her, and she could almost feel herself trembling with rage. If she could, she would have spat in his face.

Darwin, on the other hand, remained still, his gaze locked on Belinda with intensity. A flicker of anticipation danced in his eyes—was Belinda truly worried about him? Could it be that he held a place in her heart?

Before he could dwell on the thought, Rhys’ cold voice snapped him back to reality. “Do it! Continue stabbing yourself, Darwin. And don’t stop until I say so!”

Without hesitation, Darwin pulled the knife out from his abdomen. The slick blade glistened with fresh blood, and he drove it back in.

The wound gushed crimson, the sight enough to make anyone recoil in horror. Yet, Rhys’s reaction was anything but normal. His eyes gleamed with twisted delight, his lips curling into a sadistic grin.

“Again!” Rhys exclaimed.

Darwin steadied himself, his breath shallow and ragged. He tore the knife from his flesh once more and plunged it back in, showing no sign of hesitation.

“Darwin, stop!” Belinda’s voice trembled with a mix of worry and panic. “If you keep going, you’ll die!”

Her heart clenched at the sight of him—wounded, suffering, all because of her.

Of course, she was worried about Darwin. How could she not be?

After all, this was her fault—he was doing this because of her.

She was the one who had been abducted. Darwin had no reason to come for her, no obligation to throw himself into danger like this. Yet, not only had he shown up, but he had also knelt before Rhys, humiliating himself for her sake. Now, he was hurting himself, shedding blood in an effort to protect her.

Regardless of his reasons, she could never forget this moment. And if Darwin were to die today, the guilt would consume her and haunt her for the rest of her life.

She couldn’t let that happen.

Darwin’s dark eyes lifted, locking onto Belinda’s with unwavering intensity.

Something unreadable flickered in his eyes—an emotion so deep, so raw, that she couldn’t quite decipher it.

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