One night Two babies by Liz Pinelis

Chapter 652 Violet's Threat

He had only been watching her struggle and found it amusing to tease her, not intending to actually do

anything to her.

After all, she was already with him, and he had plenty of time to win her heart.

But she didn't expect her to make a direct move on him! Content held by NôvelDrama.Org.

Ivan raised his hand and exhibited the blood on his hand to Violet, gesturing for her to see it, "Violet,

you're the first woman who dared to hit me!"

Violet's face turned pale, "You're going to do something to me, why can't I hit you, you deserve it!"

Ivan's eyes narrowed, "I deserve it, in that case, then why do I have to put up with it? Why not just fuck

you, otherwise how can I afford the wound on my head!"

After saying that, he sneered and let his hand down from his head, letting the blood on his head fall

down, and walked towards Violet with an evil smile.

Violet's heart contracted violently, backing up to the side as she glanced around to see what other

weapons were available.

She saw a fruit tray on the coffee table with a tiny fruit knife on it.

Seeing the fruit knife, as if she saw the straw that saved her life, she ran over and picked it up with one

hand, then held it with both hands, the tip of the knife towards Ivan, "Don't come over, if you come over,

I will hurt you!"

Looking at Violet's hand that was holding the knife but trembling, Ivan disdainfully hooked his lips,

"Baby, look at your hand shaking like this, can you really lay a hand on me?"

"......" Violet's mouth dropped open, unable to speak.

Of course she couldn't.

She's never even killed a chicken, let alone stabbed a person.

She did so in the hope of forcing back Ivan, so that Ivan wouldn't dare to approach her.

But he wasn't afraid of the knife in her hand, instead he continued to walk towards her.

When Violet saw that he didn't hide, her hands shook even more, "Don't come over, Ivan, I told you not

to come over, can't you hear me?"

"Can't hear you, and I want to see if you'll kill me or not." Ivan smiled and moved on.

Violet's face turned white.

This man is a psycho, right?

She can't believe he wanted to see if she would kill him.

Yes, she did dare not do it.

But who knows what will happen.

It wasn't as if she hadn't seen a man who was afraid to kill, strike a murderer when he was in a

desperate situation.

So she didn't want to kill anyone, but if Ivan really wanted to do that, she would have to force herself to

do it in order to protect herself.

As she was thinking, Ivan had already arrived at the front.

And there was no way for Violet to back up, because behind her was the cold wall.

Ivan snapped his hand on the wall, fastening Violet between himself and the wall, looking down at her,

"Baby, now that I'm in front of you, do you dare to make a move?"

Violet's hands were shaking so much that she could barely hold the knife, and she didn't say anything.

Seeing this, Ivan reached out and tried to jerk her knife away.

Violet, on the other hand, thought that he was going to make a move on her, and in her haste, she

screamed and thrust the knife forward.

When Ivan saw this, his pupils snapped shut, and then he hurriedly dodged to the side.

Although he dodged just in time, he was still injured.

His arm was slipped by the sharp knife, his sleeve was cut, and bright red blood seeped from it,

dropping onto the floor, staining a large portion of the carpet.

Ivan froze, looking down at his arm.

A moment ago, he was certain she wouldn't dare move the knife, but now, he found himself wrong.

She really moved the knife.

Not to mention Ivan, even Violet herself couldn't believe that she had actually hurt someone.

But she was greatly relieved to see that she had only hurt Ivan's arm.

Luckily, she didn't actually kill anyone.

Although she did want to kill Ivan, she still couldn't do it if she was really asked to kill someone.

Sure, she might be able to do it if her mind was feverish and her sanity was all but gone, but she

couldn't do it with her sanity still intact.

Even if she did it when her sanity was all but gone, she would never be able to accept that she had

killed someone after she regained her sanity.

For a moment, the entire room was quiet.

Violet listened to her slightly rapid and panicked breathing, and her feet subconsciously stumbled two

steps before her legs went limp and she sat down on the ground.

"I ...... I didn't mean to, you touched me." Violet looked at Ivan and said with a pale face.

Ivan covered his arm that was still dripping blood and looked at her as well, not saying anything, but his

eyes were deep and dark, which was frightening.

Violet raised the knife and pointed it at her neck, "I know, I hurt you twice, you must want to tear me

apart, but that was all because you asked for it. I told you to stay away and not to touch me, you were

the one who didn't listen, so you can't blame me for doing this to you. I admit, I really can't kill you,

because I can't accept killing someone myself, but I can kill myself."

At that, her knife jabbed hard into her skin.

At once, Violet's neck was cut by the knife with a shallow slit, and blood flowed out onto the blade,

looking extremely stinging.

Ivan's pupils dilated, how could she not expect Violet to do this to her herself.

He hurriedly extended his hand, "Violet, what are you doing!"

Violet tightly squeezed the handle of the knife, "Didn’t you see it? I know that you captured me, besides

wanting to force me to be with you, you also want to use me to deal with Stanley. in order to crush your

scheme, only my suicide is the best way, in this way, you can't get me, and you can't deal with Stanley."

Ivan's face hardened, "In order to keep me from touching you, and for Stanley, you actually went this

far!"

"I can only do this, so Ivan, if you don't want me to die, you should stay away from me and don't get

any ideas about me." Violet looked at him coldly.

Ivan also stared at her for about a few minutes, and suddenly smiled, "Violet, I've really lost to you.

You're right, I indeed can't see you go to hell, okay, I won't touch you, but I still will make you accept

me, because I have plenty of time, not now, then for life!"

With that, he lifted his feet and walked out.

The wound on his head, as well as the wound on his arm, needed prompt bandaging.

Hearing the sound of the room door closing, Violet suddenly loosened the knife in her hand like she

was deflated.

With a clang, the knife fell to the floor.

Violet covered her face and sobbed helplessly.

If she hadn't gotten the vase and knife in time to hurt Ivan, she might have really been bullied by Ivan

tonight.

That's right, she didn't want to die, she still wanted to go back alive, back to Stanley and her three

children.

So she had no choice but to put a knife against her neck and threaten Ivan with suicide.

She knew that Ivan loved her, so he definitely wouldn't stand by and watch her go to her death and he

would definitely stop right away.

But at the same time, she was worried that Ivan didn't love her so much and didn't care about her life.

So she was betting that Ivan loved her so much that he couldn't let her die.

God knows how nervous and worried she was during those few minutes when Ivan was looking at her,

worried that Ivan would finally laugh and say, since you want to die, then go to hell.

In the end, she won.

Of course, if she wasn't won, she would really hurt herself.

What she said then wasn't just a threat to Ivan, but she also meant it at the same time.

As long as she died, Ivan wouldn't be able to get her or use her against Stanley.