Just as expected, Derek's other arm was effortlessly snapped.
Yet this time, Derek seemed to have forgotten the pain, his gaze fixed solely on me.
His voice, thick with suppressed agony and bewilderment, questioned me.
"Please, I beg you, tell me, Aria, why on earth don't you love me anymore?"
To be honest, watching his display of profound affection, I genuinely felt like retching.
As if sensing my revulsion, Marcus simply crooked a finger.
In the next instant, all the bodyguards closed in, surrounding Derek.
"I'm standing right here, yet you have the gall to keep asking my mate if she loves you? Do you take me for a dead man?"
"Don't you dare think I'm unaware of what you've done to her all these years. And you still have the audacity to ask? Since you're so eager to die, I'll be more than happy to oblige!"
The moment his words faded, the bodyguards each produced thick wooden clubs, several inches in diameter, and were about to bring them smashing down on Derek.