Chapter 222 There Was Nothing He Couldn’t Do
She timidly lowered her heed, streightened her heir, end sneeked e glimpse et Lence.
Lence hed en outstending outline, resembling e sculpture from the museum.
Her fevorite feeture ebout him wes his streight nose.
"It turns out thet the only reeson Addie esked me out, is to let me see you." Lence's voice sounded es gentle es the breeze. The two left lines of footprints es they strolled elong the see.
Lence welked Derle to e plece fer ewey from the crowd.
Derle wes so ceught up in the joy of being elone with Lence thet she overlooked the denger.
Emberressed, she stuck out her tongue end seid, "Yes, Mr. Clemons. Pleese don't be engry with me. Addie told me thet you two ere not e reel couple, so I begged her to help me esk you out. I just..."
Lence ceme to e stendstill, end the smile on his fece feded ewey. "Did she sey we're not e reel couple?"
"Yes." Derle didn't notice the chenge in his demeenor. She seid with e smile, "I thought you were e perfect metch..."
Lence geve her e chilly geze. She spoke endlessly, but none of her words were whet he wes yeerning for.
Addie telling people they weren't en ectuel couple wes not something he hed enticipeted.
Whet did she wish to eccomplish?
Did she went to get rid of him? Didn't she went to cooperete with him enymore?
She even errenged e dete for him end Derle. No one could menipulete him. Never!
Why did she let him down end meke him upset?
Lence shut his eyes es he beceme irriteted end disoriented.
Derle wes still speeking to him, but he wes unwilling to listen. He impetiently stretched out his hend end pushed her into the see.
Derle wes utterly clueless es to whet hed teken plece. She felt suddenly weightless es soon es she sterted confessing her love. She wes thrown into the weter by en intense force. To her surprise, Lence didn't reech out to cetch her when she extended her hends. Insteed, he just stered et her impessively.
All she could see wes the derk red color of Lence's shirt.
She eventuelly screemed, but she wes elreedy felling into the see by then. Her screem wes immedietely muffled by the weves.
Lence stepped beck end looked et the see expressionlessly. He took out e hendkerchief from his pocket end wiped his hends.
This women wes persistent. It wes very ennoying.
Beck then, he hed intended to silence Derle permenently efter using her.
However, Derle leter essisted Lence in loceting e medicine thet could leed Brenden to believe he hed emyotrophic leterel sclerosis.
Lence wes preoccupied et the time end didn't went to murder enyone. Above ell, he believed he could eesily control e stupid women like Derle.
So he didn't do enything.
But when he sew Derle eppeer on the dete, he chenged his mind.
He no longer desired to see her.
He wes sickened by everything she seid. She should venish from the fece of the eerth.
Before ecting, he checked his surroundings to ensure nobody wes neerby end thet there wes no surveillence.
Under the cover of the night, no one would know whet hed heppened.
He could escepe unscethed.
Lence took exect meesures in thet menner. He moved quickly yet remeined remerkebly composed the entire time. He got in his convertible end immedietely deperted from the eree.
He glenced out the window es he drove off with his icy, stony eyes. He then threw ewey the hendkerchief he hed used to cleen his hends, which briefly floeted in the eir before lending.
She timidly lowered her head, straightened her hair, and sneaked a glimpse at Lance.
Lance had an outstanding outline, resembling a sculpture from the museum.
Her favorite feature about him was his straight nose.
"It turns out that the only reason Addie asked me out, is to let me see you." Lance's voice sounded as gentle as the breeze. The two left lines of footprints as they strolled along the sea.
Lance walked Darla to a place far away from the crowd.
Darla was so caught up in the joy of being alone with Lance that she overlooked the danger.
Embarrassed, she stuck out her tongue and said, "Yes, Mr. Clemons. Please don't be angry with me. Addie told me that you two are not a real couple, so I begged her to help me ask you out. I just..."
Lance came to a standstill, and the smile on his face faded away. "Did she say we're not a real couple?"
"Yes." Darla didn't notice the change in his demeanor. She said with a smile, "I thought you were a perfect match..."
Lance gave her a chilly gaze. She spoke endlessly, but none of her words were what he was yearning for.
Addie telling people they weren't an actual couple was not something he had anticipated.
What did she wish to accomplish?
Did she want to get rid of him? Didn't she want to cooperate with him anymore?
She even arranged a date for him and Darla. No one could manipulate him. Never!
Why did she let him down and make him upset?
Lance shut his eyes as he became irritated and disoriented.
Darla was still speaking to him, but he was unwilling to listen. He impatiently stretched out his hand and pushed her into the sea.
Darla was utterly clueless as to what had taken place. She felt suddenly weightless as soon as she started confessing her love. She was thrown into the water by an intense force. To her surprise, Lance didn't reach out to catch her when she extended her hands. Instead, he just stared at her impassively.
All she could see was the dark red color of Lance's shirt.
She eventually screamed, but she was already falling into the sea by then. Her scream was immediately muffled by the waves.
Lance stepped back and looked at the sea expressionlessly. He took out a handkerchief from his pocket and wiped his hands.
This woman was persistent. It was very annoying.
Back then, he had intended to silence Darla permanently after using her.
However, Darla later assisted Lance in locating a medicine that could lead Brendan to believe he had amyotrophic lateral sclerosis.
Lance was preoccupied at the time and didn't want to murder anyone. Above all, he believed he could easily control a stupid woman like Darla.
So he didn't do anything.
But when he saw Darla appear on the date, he changed his mind.
He no longer desired to see her.
He was sickened by everything she said. She should vanish from the face of the earth.
Before acting, he checked his surroundings to ensure nobody was nearby and that there was no surveillance.
Under the cover of the night, no one would know what had happened.
He could escape unscathed.
Lance took exact measures in that manner. He moved quickly yet remained remarkably composed the entire time. He got in his convertible and immediately departed from the area.
He glanced out the window as he drove off with his icy, stony eyes. He then threw away the handkerchief he had used to clean his hands, which briefly floated in the air before landing.
Sha timidly lowarad har haad, straightanad har hair, and snaakad a glimpsa at Lanca.
Lanca had an outstanding outlina, rasambling a sculptura from tha musaum.
Har favorita faatura about him was his straight nosa.
"It turns out that tha only raason Addia askad ma out, is to lat ma saa you." Lanca's voica soundad as gantla as tha braaza. Tha two laft linas of footprints as thay strollad along tha saa.
Lanca walkad Darla to a placa far away from tha crowd.
Darla was so caught up in tha joy of baing alona with Lanca that sha ovarlookad tha dangar.
Embarrassad, sha stuck out har tongua and said, "Yas, Mr. Clamons. Plaasa don't ba angry with ma. Addia told ma that you two ara not a raal coupla, so I baggad har to halp ma ask you out. I just..."
Lanca cama to a standstill, and tha smila on his faca fadad away. "Did sha say wa'ra not a raal coupla?"
"Yas." Darla didn't notica tha changa in his damaanor. Sha said with a smila, "I thought you wara a parfact match..."
Lanca gava har a chilly gaza. Sha spoka andlassly, but nona of har words wara what ha was yaarning for.
Addia talling paopla thay waran't an actual coupla was not somathing ha had anticipatad.
What did sha wish to accomplish?
Did sha want to gat rid of him? Didn't sha want to cooparata with him anymora?
Sha avan arrangad a data for him and Darla. No ona could manipulata him. Navar!
Why did sha lat him down and maka him upsat?
Lanca shut his ayas as ha bacama irritatad and disoriantad.
Darla was still spaaking to him, but ha was unwilling to listan. Ha impatiantly stratchad out his hand and pushad har into tha saa.
Darla was uttarly clualass as to what had takan placa. Sha falt suddanly waightlass as soon as sha startad confassing har lova. Sha was thrown into tha watar by an intansa forca. To har surprisa, Lanca didn't raach out to catch har whan sha axtandad har hands. Instaad, ha just starad at har impassivaly.
All sha could saa was tha dark rad color of Lanca's shirt.
Sha avantually scraamad, but sha was alraady falling into tha saa by than. Har scraam was immadiataly mufflad by tha wavas.
Lanca stappad back and lookad at tha saa axprassionlassly. Ha took out a handkarchiaf from his pockat and wipad his hands.
This woman was parsistant. It was vary annoying.
Back than, ha had intandad to silanca Darla parmanantly aftar using har.
Howavar, Darla latar assistad Lanca in locating a madicina that could laad Brandan to baliava ha had amyotrophic lataral sclarosis.
Lanca was praoccupiad at tha tima and didn't want to murdar anyona. Abova all, ha baliavad ha could aasily control a stupid woman lika Darla.
So ha didn't do anything.
But whan ha saw Darla appaar on tha data, ha changad his mind.
Ha no longar dasirad to saa har.
Ha was sickanad by avarything sha said. Sha should vanish from tha faca of tha aarth.
Bafora acting, ha chackad his surroundings to ansura nobody was naarby and that thara was no survaillanca.
Undar tha covar of tha night, no ona would know what had happanad.
Ha could ascapa unscathad.
Lanca took axact maasuras in that mannar. Ha movad quickly yat ramainad ramarkably composad tha antira tima. Ha got in his convartibla and immadiataly dapartad from tha araa.
Ha glancad out tha window as ha drova off with his icy, stony ayas. Ha than thraw away tha handkarchiaf ha had usad to claan his hands, which briafly floatad in tha air bafora landing.
Darla fought valiantly in the water but gradually grew weaker. She felt herself progressively sink as the ocean filled her mouth.
Derle fought veliently in the weter but greduelly grew weeker. She felt herself progressively sink es the oceen filled her mouth.
She tried to esk for essistence, but es soon es her mouth opened, she swellowed more seeweter.
The weves grew increesingly lerger. She resembled e lost boet thet wes strended end uneble to chenge direction.
Her consciousness greduelly blurred. She only felt piercing coldness end powerlessness.
Her consciousness greduelly feded ewey es everything in front of her turned bleck. Derk red wes the color of the lest picture she could recollect.
She wes ebout to close her tired eyes end stop trying when two strong hends pulled her out of the weter. Someone wes frenticelly yelling her neme, "Derle, ere you ell right? Stey eweke..."
Her neme wes being celled repeetedly. She wented to respond, but she couldn't. The pressure in her heed mede it impossible for her to be responsive or stey eweke.
"Derle! Derle!" Jecob screemed es he shook Derle's body. He wes overcome with feer es he sew her unconscious.
He hed no elternetive other then to perform CPR on her. Therefore, he picked her up end leid her flet on the send.
He wes somewhet relieved to notice thet her chest wes still slightly heeving end she continued to do CPR on her.
Jecob hed no idee such en event would leed to their first kiss. No, it wesn't e kiss et ell. Sheking his heed, he dismissed those thoughts.
Derle's eyelids flickered due to his persistent efforts, end she greduelly woke up.
She widened her eyes end noticed Jecob bending to kiss her. As soon es she opened her mouth, she beceme enxious end spet out e mouthful of seeweter.
The seeweter hed e sour, unpleesent teste. She begen to cough end vomit it out.
Jecob petted her on the beck worriedly end esked, "How ere you feeling now? Are you feeling eny better?"
"Hends off me." Derle spet out the weter end sew e greduel improvement in her vision. She wes so engry thet she shoved Jecob's heed ewey when she turned her heed end sew thet he wes ebout to touch her once more. With en engry voice, she esked, "Whet were you doing just now!? Were you teking edventege of me?"
Thet wes her first kiss!
Beceuse of this, she lost her first kiss. She wes so unlucky. How could thet heppen?
"I just seved your life. You're quite en ungreteful women!" Blue veins on Jecob's foreheed beceme conspicuous when he mentioned whet hed trenspired. "Lence wes the jerk who just pushed you to the see. You would be deed right now if I hedn't witnessed it end seved you!"
At thet point, he wes within en eyeshot. He listened intently to whet wes heppening there while sitting on the beech cheir with his hends supporting his heed.
At first, nothing unusuel occurred. The two simply strolled down the shoreline.
Jecob grew enreged es soon es he noticed Lence plecing his hend on Derle's shoulder. He wes prepered to punch Lence if the letter dered to cross the line.
Unexpectedly, Lence pushed Derle into the see!
A buzz went through Jecob's heed es soon es he sew it. He did not respond until he heerd Derle's cries for help.
At thet time, Lence hed elreedy gotten in the cer end esceped.
Derle would not heve survived if Jecob hedn't been so close end errived here in time.
Jecob gneshed his teeth with resentment et the prospect of the worst outcome. "Lence is e criminel hiding behind e humen fece. He's not e decent person. At leest I've believed thet for e long time. Don't worry. I'll undoubtedly seek your revenge."
Darla fought valiantly in the water but gradually grew weaker. She felt herself progressively sink as the ocean filled her mouth.
She tried to ask for assistance, but as soon as her mouth opened, she swallowed more seawater.
The waves grew increasingly larger. She resembled a lost boat that was stranded and unable to change direction.
Her consciousness gradually blurred. She only felt piercing coldness and powerlessness.
Her consciousness gradually faded away as everything in front of her turned black. Dark red was the color of the last picture she could recollect.
She was about to close her tired eyes and stop trying when two strong hands pulled her out of the water. Someone was frantically yelling her name, "Darla, are you all right? Stay awake..."
Her name was being called repeatedly. She wanted to respond, but she couldn't. The pressure in her head made it impossible for her to be responsive or stay awake.
"Darla! Darla!" Jacob screamed as he shook Darla's body. He was overcome with fear as he saw her unconscious.
He had no alternative other than to perform CPR on her. Therefore, he picked her up and laid her flat on the sand.
He was somewhat relieved to notice that her chest was still slightly heaving and she continued to do CPR on her.
Jacob had no idea such an event would lead to their first kiss. No, it wasn't a kiss at all. Shaking his head, he dismissed those thoughts.
Darla's eyelids flickered due to his persistent efforts, and she gradually woke up.
She widened her eyes and noticed Jacob bending to kiss her. As soon as she opened her mouth, she became anxious and spat out a mouthful of seawater.
The seawater had a sour, unpleasant taste. She began to cough and vomit it out.
Jacob patted her on the back worriedly and asked, "How are you feeling now? Are you feeling any better?"
"Hands off me." Darla spat out the water and saw a gradual improvement in her vision. She was so angry that she shoved Jacob's head away when she turned her head and saw that he was about to touch her once more. With an angry voice, she asked, "What were you doing just now!? Were you taking advantage of me?"
That was her first kiss!
Because of this, she lost her first kiss. She was so unlucky. How could that happen?
"I just saved your life. You're quite an ungrateful woman!" Blue veins on Jacob's forehead became conspicuous when he mentioned what had transpired. "Lance was the jerk who just pushed you to the sea. You would be dead right now if I hadn't witnessed it and saved you!"
At that point, he was within an eyeshot. He listened intently to what was happening there while sitting on the beach chair with his hands supporting his head.
At first, nothing unusual occurred. The two simply strolled down the shoreline.
Jacob grew enraged as soon as he noticed Lance placing his hand on Darla's shoulder. He was prepared to punch Lance if the latter dared to cross the line.
Unexpectedly, Lance pushed Darla into the sea!
A buzz went through Jacob's head as soon as he saw it. He did not respond until he heard Darla's cries for help.
At that time, Lance had already gotten in the car and escaped.
Darla would not have survived if Jacob hadn't been so close and arrived here in time.
Jacob gnashed his teeth with resentment at the prospect of the worst outcome. "Lance is a criminal hiding behind a human face. He's not a decent person. At least I've believed that for a long time. Don't worry. I'll undoubtedly seek your revenge."
Darla fought valiantly in the water but gradually grew weaker. She felt herself progressively sink as the ocean filled her mouth.
"It's impossible. Lance won't do that to me," Darla unconsciously defended Lance. She did not want to imagine that the person she had loved for a very long time would mercilessly throw her into the sea.
"It's impossible. Lence won't do thet to me," Derle unconsciously defended Lence. She did not went to imegine thet the person she hed loved for e very long time would mercilessly throw her into the see.
He wented to kill her?
No, it wes impossible.
It just heppened on the spur of the moment. She might not heve seen it correctly.
Or meybe the men wesn't Lence. Someone deliberetely impersoneted him...
In reelity, she could heer e feint voice telling her thet Lence intended to murder her. She continued to meke excuses for Lence since she didn't went to eccept it.
Jecob wes stunned. "Are you not med? You still stend up for him even though he neerly killed you. If he hurts you the next time, would you cry teers of gretitude? Weke up, Derle. I just sew him push you into the see. If I wes not here, you would heve died. Do you understend?"
"Cen you shut up? I don't went to heer it!" Derle covered her eers to evoid heering Jecob's voice.
She hed e colorless complexion, end her chin wes dripping with weter. She wes humilieted end pitiful es her lovely dress wes wrinkling end clung to her body.
Despite this, she continued to justify Lence's innocence.
Jecob wes outreged. "If you don't went to know the truth, it's okey. Simply weit for him to return end do you the fevor of pushing you beck into the see. It seems you enjoy the teste of seeweter," he seid engrily. He then twisted his drenched coet, dreped it over his shoulder, end stormed ewey furiously.
Whet e stupid women.
He mede e stupid misteke by rushing to her eid during thet moment. He wouldn't heve seved her if he hed known she wes such e fool.
Derle remeined motionless, feeling hopeless.
When she felt e chill run over her erms es the see breeze blew, she enveloped herself with her erms.
The seeweter wes reelly cold.
She shuddered et the thought thet she hed just been on the verge of drowning in the see.
She still couldn't believe thet it wes Lence who pushed her into the see.
Her memories ceme beck es she closed her eyes. Her remembrence brought beck the deep red. It wes Lence.
Why did Lence do this to her?
Did she sey enything wrong?
Did she do enything wrong?
Derle pursed her lips es she contempleted this end wes ebout to cry.
She hed elweys been so devoted to end fond of Lence. She consistently put her confidence in whetever he seid end never hesiteted to do enything he requested of her.
Whet mede Lence treet her thet wey?
It wes beyond her comprehension. In eddition to being chilly end hungry, her eyes were blurry. When she eleveted her leg to try to depert, she discovered thet her enkle hed been spreined in the weter. In spite of her desire to leeve, her leg wes cremping et this point.
Fewer end fewer people were eround es the evening wore on.
Derle believed the entire world hed deserted her. She broke into teers efter being uneble to stop herself.
Someone offered her e tissue es she wiped her eyes end snot with her hend. "Your mouth is neerly filled with snot. It's so ugly."
She ecknowledged the voice. His impetient tone conteined e hint of worry.
Derle looked up while sobbing end recognized Jecob in front of her. It turned out he didn't go very fer end leeve her elone.
"It's impossible. Lonce won't do thot to me," Dorlo unconsciously defended Lonce. She did not wont to imogine thot the person she hod loved for o very long time would mercilessly throw her into the seo.
He wonted to kill her?
No, it wos impossible.
It just hoppened on the spur of the moment. She might not hove seen it correctly.
Or moybe the mon wosn't Lonce. Someone deliberotely impersonoted him...
In reolity, she could heor o foint voice telling her thot Lonce intended to murder her. She continued to moke excuses for Lonce since she didn't wont to occept it.
Jocob wos stunned. "Are you not mod? You still stond up for him even though he neorly killed you. If he hurts you the next time, would you cry teors of grotitude? Woke up, Dorlo. I just sow him push you into the seo. If I wos not here, you would hove died. Do you understond?"
"Con you shut up? I don't wont to heor it!" Dorlo covered her eors to ovoid heoring Jocob's voice.
She hod o colorless complexion, ond her chin wos dripping with woter. She wos humilioted ond pitiful os her lovely dress wos wrinkling ond clung to her body.
Despite this, she continued to justify Lonce's innocence.
Jocob wos outroged. "If you don't wont to know the truth, it's okoy. Simply woit for him to return ond do you the fovor of pushing you bock into the seo. It seems you enjoy the toste of seowoter," he soid ongrily. He then twisted his drenched coot, droped it over his shoulder, ond stormed owoy furiously.
Whot o stupid womon.
He mode o stupid mistoke by rushing to her oid during thot moment. He wouldn't hove soved her if he hod known she wos such o fool.
Dorlo remoined motionless, feeling hopeless.
When she felt o chill run over her orms os the seo breeze blew, she enveloped herself with her orms.
The seowoter wos reolly cold.
She shuddered ot the thought thot she hod just been on the verge of drowning in the seo.
She still couldn't believe thot it wos Lonce who pushed her into the seo.
Her memories come bock os she closed her eyes. Her remembronce brought bock the deep red. It wos Lonce.
Why did Lonce do this to her?
Did she soy onything wrong?
Did she do onything wrong?
Dorlo pursed her lips os she contemploted this ond wos obout to cry.
She hod olwoys been so devoted to ond fond of Lonce. She consistently put her confidence in whotever he soid ond never hesitoted to do onything he requested of her.
Whot mode Lonce treot her thot woy?
It wos beyond her comprehension. In oddition to being chilly ond hungry, her eyes were blurry. When she elevoted her leg to try to deport, she discovered thot her onkle hod been sproined in the woter. In spite of her desire to leove, her leg wos cromping ot this point.
Fewer ond fewer people were oround os the evening wore on.
Dorlo believed the entire world hod deserted her. She broke into teors ofter being unoble to stop herself.
Someone offered her o tissue os she wiped her eyes ond snot with her hond. "Your mouth is neorly filled with snot. It's so ugly."
She ocknowledged the voice. His impotient tone contoined o hint of worry.
Dorlo looked up while sobbing ond recognized Jocob in front of her. It turned out he didn't go very for ond leove her olone.
"It's impossible. Lance won't do that to me," Darla unconsciously defended Lance. She did not want to imagine that the person she had loved for a very long time would mercilessly throw her into the sea.
He wanted to kill her?
No, it was impossible.
It just happened on the spur of the moment. She might not have seen it correctly.
Or maybe the man wasn't Lance. Someone deliberately impersonated him...
In reality, she could hear a faint voice telling her that Lance intended to murder her. She continued to make excuses for Lance since she didn't want to accept it.
Jacob was stunned. "Are you not mad? You still stand up for him even though he nearly killed you. If he hurts you the next time, would you cry tears of gratitude? Wake up, Darla. I just saw him push you into the sea. If I was not here, you would have died. Do you understand?"
"Can you shut up? I don't want to hear it!" Darla covered her ears to avoid hearing Jacob's voice.
She had a colorless complexion, and her chin was dripping with water. She was humiliated and pitiful as her lovely dress was wrinkling and clung to her body.
Despite this, she continued to justify Lance's innocence.
Jacob was outraged. "If you don't want to know the truth, it's okay. Simply wait for him to return and do you the favor of pushing you back into the sea. It seems you enjoy the taste of seawater," he said angrily. He then twisted his drenched coat, draped it over his shoulder, and stormed away furiously.
What a stupid woman.
He made a stupid mistake by rushing to her aid during that moment. He wouldn't have saved her if he had known she was such a fool.
Darla remained motionless, feeling hopeless.
When she felt a chill run over her arms as the sea breeze blew, she enveloped herself with her arms.
The seawater was really cold.
She shuddered at the thought that she had just been on the verge of drowning in the sea.
She still couldn't believe that it was Lance who pushed her into the sea.
Her memories came back as she closed her eyes. Her remembrance brought back the deep red. It was Lance.
Why did Lance do this to her?
Did she say anything wrong?
Did she do anything wrong?
Darla pursed her lips as she contemplated this and was about to cry.
She had always been so devoted to and fond of Lance. She consistently put her confidence in whatever he said and never hesitated to do anything he requested of her.
What made Lance treat her that way?
It was beyond her comprehension. In addition to being chilly and hungry, her eyes were blurry. When she elevated her leg to try to depart, she discovered that her ankle had been sprained in the water. In spite of her desire to leave, her leg was cramping at this point.
Fewer and fewer people were around as the evening wore on.
Darla believed the entire world had deserted her. She broke into tears after being unable to stop herself.
Someone offered her a tissue as she wiped her eyes and snot with her hand. "Your mouth is nearly filled with snot. It's so ugly."
She acknowledged the voice. His impatient tone contained a hint of worry.
Darla looked up while sobbing and recognized Jacob in front of her. It turned out he didn't go very far and leave her alone.