Chapter 5
Felix ignored the bodyguards‘ attempts to stop him, diving into the river to pull me out. His face was pale with panic, and he desperately performed CPR, murmuring over and over, “Felicity … I’m sorry. I’ll do anything for you. Just open your eyes and look at me…”
Before, I had wanted to die. But now, because of my grandmother, I had a reason to live. I wanted to grab Felix’s arm, to beg him to save me, but my fingers had lost their function, shattered beyond recognition.
He looked at my deformed fingers, his eyes wild with fury. “Your hand… Who did this to you?”
Felix knew better than anyone how much I loved painting, and he knew what it meant to ruin my hands. He had once begged me to draw his portrait like I did when we were kids, hoping one day we could fix our broken relationship. Now, that hope had been severed forever.
Darcy, trailing behind with a group of people, couldn’t believe Felix was actually trying to save me. She arrogantly announced, “It was me. She tried to copy me; she even had surgery to look like me and lure you in. I just destroyed what wasn’t hers!”
Felix’s eyes reddened, his hands pressing against my chest. He managed to force some water out of my mouth.
Seeing how frantic he was, Darcy stomped her foot in frustration. She assumed I was just a petty gold–digger, trying to gain Felix’s sympathy.
But she couldn’t afford to fall out with him. Her eyes red, she tried to sound generous as she said, “Felix, don’t you love me the most? Are you really going to blame me for this? I’m your only public girlfriend; everyone expects you to marry me. I’m upset, Felix. I’m the one who’s been by your side. Why would you need a substitute who looks just like me? You can’t love anyone else—only me!”
She thought her tantrum would make Felix apologize and comfort her. But Felix’s gaze turned icy with fury, the killing intent practically radiating off of him.
