Unexpected Blessing After Divorce

Chapter 311

Harry emerged from the bathroom some 20 minutes later, filling the air with hot steam and shampoo fragrance.

His hair was still wet, and he walked while tying the bathrobe strap.

He glanced at Annabelle, walked to the couch, sat down, picked up his phone, and looked at it for a while. She

wasn’t sure what he saw because suddenly, a frown appeared on his cold face.

After reading it, he casually threw the phone on the table and glanced at her again.

“Come here.”

Annabelle was pressed against the corner of the bed, staring at him from afar. She used to think Harry was insane,

but she never feared him. Now, as she stared at his extremely familiar face and his familiar gaze, she was

overcome with fear.

Even so, Annabelle had never shown any vulnerability in front of Harry as he was her simp. Hence, even if she was

terrified now, she would not show her fear to

him.

She shook the chain on her left hand and sneered. “What is this?”

Harry glanced at her wrist, got up from the couch, strolled toward her, and looked down at her.

Harry was tall. Even if she tried hard to lift her head, seeing his face clearly from that angle was still rather difficult.

But Annabelle still met his eyes with her intuition and didn’t look away.

“You’re asking me what that is?” Harry spoke in an unusually gentle tone. A smile appeared on his face while he

spoke, and it was a cheerful one.

He squatted down in front of Annabelle and held her wrist, with his fingers rubbing against the iron cuff. “Don’t you

love running away, Annabelle? From now on, you can only stay here and won’t be able to leave.”

Annabelle felt terror creeping within her heart as she listened to him tell her all these things in a gentle tone, and

she couldn’t help butдash out in anger. “Are you insane, Harry? Do you realize you’re illegally detaining me? It’s a

crime that will put you in prison!”

Harry gave an unbothered chuckle, as if he was laughing at her naivety.

“Lunatic! Psycho!” she cursed inwardly.

Annabelle became more anxious as she continued to curse in her heart. “How long are you going to lock me up?”

she snapped at Harry, pulling her wrist from his grasp.

Harry stared into her eyes and said, “Forever.”

A hint of panic flitted across Annabelle’s eyes for a fleeting moment. She knew Harry wasn’t scaring her but truly

intended to lock her up for life.

In an instant, she felt as if all her strength had been taken from her body. She collapsed on the floor and gazed at

Harry in front of her for a long time, her face. gloomy.

Harry lifted her from the ground, walked to the couch, and picked up her hand to take a look at the gold cuff.

Although the cuff was polished smoothly, probably because Annabelle struggled hard to get free, there were still

some noticeable wounds on her wrist connecting to the base of her palm.

Harry rang the bell, and Sophia soon came in. She glanced at the two people on the couch and quickly lowered her

head as she queried, “Mr. Ziegler, what can I do for you?”

Harry didn’t raise his head as he examined the scars on Annabelle’s hand. “Is there a disinfectant or something?”

he asked the servant/

Sophia answered, “Yes, I’ll go get it if you need it, Mr. Ziegler.”

Harry hummed faintly and added, “Bring the medicine first, then make something to eat.”

Sophia nodded, turned around, went downstairs, took the medicine for Harry, and left after giving it to him.

He used a cotton swab to sterilize the wounds on Annabelle’s wrist before applying a layer of ointment. Annabelle

felt a slight tingling pain in the wounds, but it quickly faded, leaving a cold and refreshing sensation on her skin.

Annabelle was reminded of their university days when she saw the tenderness in his eyes and movements. At first,

Harry seemed to be a saint whose only focus was his studies.

She has always looked down on such a nerd.

But he was a myth in their school, and he was a man even Yuliana had feelings for.

Annabelle felt it would be fun to turn the saint into an ordinary man. Besides, it was satisfying if a mythical man like

Harry would fall for herself and simp for her.

Besides, Yuliana did have some feelings for him as well.

Thus, Annabelle did all that she could do to provoke him. Initially, she wanted him to fall in love with her and then

dump him. Annabelle expected him to succumb to his Achilles heel and go insane for her, but she didn’t know what

went wrong and ended up becoming indulgent in him.

Harry was also very gentle at the time. He’d find ways to satisfy her whenever she

had a slight frown on her face, and if she accidentally bruised herself, he would treat her right away.

Annabelle was proud of these things, but she laughed at him a lot.

Harry would let her laugh at him, and with a cold face, he would advise her to be extra careful and not hurt herself

anymore. Then, he would kiss her until she couldn’t laugh and ran out of breath.

People thought that Harry was a cold-blooded man based on his appearance, but only Annabelle knew how much

desire he had.

Annabelle was in a daze and seemed fragile as she reminisced on the past.

She asked in a low voice, “What do I have to do for you to let me go?”

Harry didn’t answer her but looked up at her.

Annabelle’s eyes slowly focused when he looked over. From his gaze, she got her

answer.

Annabelle let out a sad laugh and said sarcastically, “Do you love me that much? So much that you want to keep

me here? Harry, I thought you were a man with dignity. Why haven’t you learned your lesson from how I hurt you

before? Are all the women in the world dead that you can’t move on from me?”

Annabelle had so much pent-up anger that she could only let them out with words. She crossed line after line as

she continued to rant, “But what can you do? I just don’t like you, and I look down on you. You are just a bastard

whom no one wants. Who would fall in love with a useless man like you?”

Annabelle had also told Harry those exact words when they were in university.

At that time, Annabelle wanted to break up with Harry, but he refused and pestered her every day. She was so

annoyed that she publicly said those hurtful words to him.

She crushed Harry’s dignity until there was none left.

Harry knelt and begged her not to break up or leave him. But in the end, she left and did so with Christopher.

Later, Harry never came to bug her again, and she never saw him again.

They were in the same school, but they never bumped into each other ever since she chose to be with Christopher.

Annabelle’s words did not ignite Harry’s rage. His eyes were colder, yet he showed no signs of aggression toward

her. He merely gazed at her for a while before raising his hand to grip her chin.

He exerted a little force and watched as her lips puckered.

But even when it was puckered, her pink lips were still fatally tempting.