Blizzard, First Love and a Wife Who Finally Snaps novel Chapter 261

At her words, the man's grip loosened.

He watched as she collapsed onto the bed, clutching her throat and coughing violently. Her face and neck were flushed red, yet her expression was one of knowing resignation, as if to say, "I knew it."

"My patience is limited. You'd better start talking, and fast."

Isabel finally caught her breath. When she opened her mouth, a sound came out, but it was raspy.

It was a testament to how much force he’d used.

But she had a feeling he wouldn't actually kill her.

If he was convinced she was the one who had helped Selena escape, she could use that to stall for time.

Evelyn would surely come up with a plan, but she wasn't sure if the Durantin family would intervene.

Julian's chances were probably slim.

"Don't even think about it," Adrian said, seeing right through her. "No one is coming to save you."

"Selena's life for yours. Make up your mind and tell me."

Isabel chose defiance. "I want some water. My throat hurts, I can't talk."

Adrian stared at her for a few seconds before actually getting her a glass of water. As she drank, he spoke coldly, "If you're trying to stall for time, you can just endure it right here on this bed."

Isabel didn't immediately grasp his meaning, but her survival instinct kicked in, and she hurled the glass at him.

As he dodged, momentarily distracted, she bolted for the door.

The moment her hand closed around the doorknob, an arm shot around her waist and dragged her back.

She struggled and screamed, "You sick freak, let me go!"

Adrian threw her onto the bed, pinning both her hands with one of his.

Isabel glared at him with a murderous intensity, as if she wanted to flay him alive.

But Adrian just smirked, his other hand moving to the collar of her shirt.

"You like being Isabel Ashford? Like being Julian's wife?"

"So you're desperate to stay faithful to him, aren't you?"

Isabel didn't understand. The only time with him had been that night they were locked in his room at the old manor by Mrs. Blackwell. It had happened multiple times that night, but never again since.

How did he know all her sensitive spots?

"You..."

One word escaped before Isabel decided it was better to shut her mouth.

That was definitely not a sound she would ever consciously make.

"Isabel," Adrian said, looking down at her. "DNA can lie, but the body never does."

"If you still refuse to talk, what comes next will be even worse."

"But from the looks of it, you seem to be enjoying it. Why else would you keep your mouth shut so stubbornly?"

"..."

*Enjoy it? Screw you!*

Isabel cursed him violently in her mind. Once the wave of sensation passed, she was able to speak again. "I think you're just into me and made up this excuse to get close. It wouldn't look good if it got out, after all. You're Mr. Blackwell of the Westbridge Blackwell family, lusting after another man's wife. It's utterly revolting."