Chapter 59 – Until You Say Sorry Novel

“Why are you crying? Are you trying to pretend to be pitiful again?”

Kendrick sneered, his warm, slender fingers pinched Niamh’s chin, forcing her to look up at him.

“Do you think I will fall for your trick like those men? Your face is already healed so why are you still wrapping yourself up with gauze? There is no need for this trickery in front of me, I will only feel disgusted by it!”

As soon as he said those words in disgust, he noticed that a bright red color had gradually seeped through the gauze right after Niamh had teared up.

Kendrick’s gaze changed all of a sudden. He tore open the gauze on Niamh’s face. The skin was exposed and fleshy, and the bloody wound was there was him to see in an instant.

Kendrick was shocked. His ridicule and contempt towards Niamh from the previous moment seemed to have come back to bite him at this moment.

“Give it back!” Niamh hurriedly snatched the blood-stained gauze back from Kendrick’s hand, and then she held it back in place with trembling hands. “Don’t look! Stop looking!”

She endured the searing pain. While covering her cheek with one hand, she then stood up unsteadily with her other hand against the wall.

Kendrick looked at Niamh’s appearance at the moment. He had lost focus for a while but when he came back to a realization, Niamh had already run out.

Niamh’s already weakened body was swaying as she stumbled downstairs. Her tears were mixed with blood and they dripped down her fingers. The gradual flow of her blood had made her face paler.

Something in her body was burning fiercely, slowly burning up her almost dying life.

Snowflakes were falling one by one, deepening the chill that Niamh felt.

She stared at the increasingly blurring foreground blankly, but in her mind, she was recalling one of the happiest moments in her memory.

‘It would be great if things could just stop during the good times so that there would have been no separation between us, no reunion, and no suffering from the tortures of now…’

Niamh finally did not have the strength to continue walking. She fell against a pillar and the blood from the oozing wound on her cheek stained the falling snow.

She vaguely heard Kendrick yelling her name, even saw the man running towards her anxiously, then picking her up nervously.

Niamh felt as if she was having another beautiful dream, dreaming about the him from before who used to worry about her so much as he carried her who was wounded and bleeding on his back. She was nestled in his chest as she said shyly, “Ken, I want to be with you together forever…”

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When Niamh woke up, it was already the next day. The moment she moved, the first thing she felt was the burning pain on her right cheek.

She had tried to raise her hand subconsciously to touch her face but then realized her hand was being held down by something. She turned her head around to look and found Kendrick lying beside her.

Niamh’s consciousness turned sober in an instant. She could not imagine that Kendrick would actually squeeze himself into this single bed with her.

Looking at his charming, sleeping face close up and smelling the breath of him, Niamh’s heart was beating extremely fast.

She turned her head quickly but still could not ignore Kendrick’s breath flickering behind her ears, could not ignore the warmth of his wide chest against her back, which was really hot.

She could even feel his strong, powerful heartbeat.

But what was going on?

She tried hard to recall what happened last night, but she only remembered that she ran out as she didn’t want Kendrick to see her current hideous appearance. Alas, she fainted while running.

Just as she was trying to recall what happened, Kendrick seemed to have woken up.

Overcome by shock, Niamh immediately closed her eyes, her heart beating so fast to the point it almost jumped out of her throat.

Kendrick opened his eyes and gradually raised the arm he had around Niamh’s waist, then proceeded to get off the bed.

Niamh thought that Kendrick left at first, but she suddenly felt his breath closing in on her. The next moment, his forehead leaned against hers as if he were sensing her body temperature.

Niamh didn’t dare to believe Kendrick’s current actions. Even more so, she didn’t dare to believe that he tucked her into the blanket attentively before leaving.

Niamh finally opened her eyes after hearing the sound of the door closing.

She saw two boxes of medicine placed on top of the bedside cabinet. There was a box of anti- inflammatory medications and painkillers, respectively.

The wound on her face had also been treated and was freshly wrapped up with gauze.

Niamh picked up both boxes of medicine unbelievingly. How was this possible?

However, she suddenly recalled shouting Kendrick’s name toward him yesterday night before she fainted. Could his heart have softened because of this? So does that mean that he actually still remembers their promise from the start?

Niamh’s train of thought was messed up immediately as an inexplicable sense of eagerness arose in her heart.

However, it only lasted momentarily. Her heart still cooled down quickly.

There wasn’t much left of her life any longer. The best evidence for this was the fatal pain she felt yesterday.

Also, his ruthlessness that knew no limits and failure to distinguish between the good and the bad had created an insurmountable gap between them both.

She could forgive him for anything except what he did to their own flesh and blood. That was something that she could never forgive no matter the circumstances.

After cleaning up and brushing her teeth, Niamh made some porridge for herself.

She received a phone call from Felipe. His words were full of care and he told her that she could call him anytime if she had anything she needed help with.

On this cold, frigid day, Niamh felt as if a ray of radiant sunshine shone into her heart.

Although her life may not last for long, she was still happy that she could meet a friend that truly cared for herself at times like this.

The porridge was ready. Just as Niamh was about to prepare to eat, the door suddenly opened.

She stared dumbfoundedly at the man who stepped into the room. When Kendrick directed his deep gaze toward her, Niamh was so shocked that the spoon in her hand fell into the bowl with a loud ‘clang’, the porridge splashing onto the back of her hand. Niamh let out a muffled noise and retracted her hand reflexively.

Why was he back again?

Niamh stood up in a hurry. Just as she was thinking of escaping, Kendrick grabbed her arm suddenly.

He exerted some force and pulled Niamh before him.

“You’re that unwilling to see me? Is it because all you see and hold in your heart is that Mr. Waldburg?” he asked.

There was a certain sourness to his tone of voice, but Niamh didn’t think that it was Kendrick being jealous.

He was just unhappy that the person that used to bend to all of his wills actually managed to get along with a man of similar status as him.

Niamh smiled bitterly and raised her eyes to meet Kendrick’s angry, peach-shaped eyes. “Yes, there’s a Mr. Waldburg in my heart. But he has been dead to me from the moment he murdered our child in a frenzy,” she declared.

Niamh was certain that Kendrick knew for sure that he was the Mr. Waldburg that she was referring to.

She thought that he would show some empathy and remorse toward that incident, but all she heard was the sound of his disdainful scoff.

“Niamh, you’re still adamant on attaching that bastard to my namesake till today. I’ll tell you once again that I, Kendrick Waldburg, only have one biological son, and he is Jackson Waldburg,” he said.

After he finished talking with a cold smile on his face, he let go of the hand he was using to hold Niamh in place.

“I’m hungry, go get a bowl of porridge for me,” he said.

Niamh clenched both her fists tightly. Looking at the cold, merciless man before her, she said in a dull tone, “I didn’t make enough for you, Mr. Waldburg. The portion here is small, please go back.”

“Niamh Delgado, is this the attitude you’re going to have while talking to me?” Kendrick asked, his brows furrowing slightly. It was evident that he was displeased.

Niamh’s heartbeat raced a little. Despite her efforts to remain calm and steady, her heart was still uneasy.

“Does Mr. Waldburg not like this attitude of mine? Then how would you wish for me to be? Do you want me to beg for you on the floor like a dog just like how I did in the past?” she questioned.

Once the words settled in the air, Niamh felt herself being assaulted by an obvious blast of cold air.

“I guess I should’ve let you die on the streets yesterday night,” he said with gritted teeth, a dark glint in his peach-shaped eyes.

Niamh looked at the angry man in a slightly humorous manner. “I don’t care why Mr. Waldburg didn’t leave me there to die. Didn’t you say that if I continued to be alive, I’d just be hurting your sweetheart more? Then why did you save me yesterday night? Why not let me die just like that? I’d then be able to disappear from your world once and for all!” she yelled.

Somehow, Niamh’s words seemed to have provoked Kendrick. It was most likely because she mentioned Nevaeh.

His facial expression changed all of a sudden as she mentioned Nevaeh, his handsome features filled with a fearful darkness.

Suddenly, he reached his hand forward to wrap it around Niamh’s slim neck and pressed his knuckles forward forcefully.

Niamh instantly found it difficult to breathe, her face turning bright red.

However, she didn’t beg for him to release her. Her large, red eyes met his gaze directly.

She did not fear death anymore. However, he suddenly felt his arms grow weak.

Inexplicably, Kendrick’s temple began twitching intensely all of a sudden, especially when he saw the tears sliding down from Niamh’s eyes.

“Kill me, Kendrick. When I get to heaven, I’ll tell our child that although her father doesn’t love her, her mother will love her forever and always. She’ll also be by her side forever……” she croaked.

While speaking, Niamh slowly closed her eyes.

Nonetheless, at the moment she closed her eyes, she sensed Kendrick letting go.

“Niamh Delgado, you listen to me. Your life belongs to me. Before you atone your sins to Nevaeh and my son, you don’t have the right to die!” he shouted.

He warned her viciously, a complicated glint in his eyes as he stared at Niamh, who was taking in large gulps of air. He would not allow this toxic woman to disappear from his life once and for all like this. He would never.

Niamh curved her lips, not knowing whether to cry or to laugh. So he rescued her twice, tortured her a few times, and let go of her just to let her atone her sins to Nevaeh.

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