Chapter 192:
Makenna’s POV:
My heart tightened as I turned to see a towering, rotund man with a comical expression entering the room. He bore an uncanny resemblance to Flynn, which confirmed he was indeed Flynn’s brother.
My pulse quickened, but I masked my anxiety with a veneer of calm, eyeing him warily. “Who are you? What do you want?”
The man responded with a goofy grin, his voice as absurd as his smile. “I am here to find my wife, ha-ha! Are you the wife they found for me?”
As he spoke, he made a reckless lunge toward me. Caught off guard, I barely managed to sidestep his advance, my pupils dilating in alarm.
He missed, and his face flushed a deep crimson with rage. Spinning around, he glared at me with fiery eyes. “Why are you avoiding me? Do you think I’m an idiot too?”
His sudden outburst startled me. Not only was he foolish, but his mental state seemed precariously unstable. Worried that he might go on a rampage, I shook my head rapidly, trying to explain, “That’s not it…”
But he was irrationally agitated and refused to listen, shouting, “You witch! You think I’m a fool! I’ll kill you!”
With a ferocious bellow, he charged at me again with his hefty frame.
My heart plummeted in terror, and I darted behind the couch, desperately trying to regain control of the situation.
With a soft smile and a voice as gentle as a lullaby, I spoke as though calming a child. “No, it’s just that your enthusiasm startled me.”
He seemed to grasp my point and stopped, asking with a vacant stare, “Really?”
I nodded frantically, trying to bolster my credibility. “Of course, it’s true.”
He chuckled foolishly, appearing mollified by my assurances.
Just as I began to relax, his expression darkened abruptly. “No, no,” he muttered, shaking his head with increasing intensity. My heart tightened once more.
𝗧𝗿𝘂𝗲 𝗰𝗼𝗽𝘆 𝗼𝗻𝗹𝘆 𝗮𝘁 g𝗮𝗅𝗇𝗈ν𝗲𝗅𝘀.ⅽ𝗼𝗺
Tentatively, I asked, “What’s wrong?”
I inched backward, prepared to flee if he lost control.
His face contorted into a menacing scowl as he spat venomously, “You killed my brother! My parents say you’re a liar. Your words mean nothing!”
With that, he lunged at me again, his eyes wild with madness. Luckily, I had braced myself and narrowly avoided him, but this only fueled his fury further.
“You’re dodging again! You’re a wicked woman!” he roared, charging at me with renewed force.
“Ah!” In a surge of panic, I grabbed a vase from the table and hurled it at him.
His face twisted into a monstrous grimace as he howled and flailed, like a beast deprived of its senses. I darted left and right in terror, but despite his bulk, he was swift and powerful. Within moments, he had me pinned to the floor, and I screamed in desperation.
The portly man straddled me, his hands closing around my throat as he laughed with a sinister edge. “You wicked woman!”
He tightened his grip on my neck. “A wicked woman needs a lesson!”
I fought with all my strength, struggling to pry his fingers loose. His weight was overwhelming, and I gasped for breath, my life hanging by a thread.
