Spoiled by the Silver Fox

The whip cracked against his skin, stinging sharply.

But Sullivan didn't make a sound, not even a whimper.

And the hint of a smile on his lips remained steadfast throughout the ordeal.

Finally, she grew tired. She waved off her minions, leaving just the two of them. She crouched beside him, her striking hazel eyes fixed on his, biting her lip as she asked, "Doesn't it hurt?"

Sullivan's gaze was downcast as he replied, "What difference does it make? Would you care if it did?"

"If you hadn't been so damn stubborn, would I have to do this to you? Sullivan, remember, my hands were clean when this all started. I was just a kid, untouched by bloodshed. And for you, I stained them with the lives of many." "They deserved it."

"But now my hands are tainted. Sullivan, you owe me for each and every one."

"Yeah, I owe you."

Seeing him finally willing to talk, Rebecca leaned down, her lips brushing a gentle kiss on his forehead, her voice soft, "Sullivan, can this be the last time you make me angry? I'll forgive you one last time. From now on, will you just listen to me, please?" Looking into her eyes, Sullivan found himself unable to refuse.Property © of NôvelDrama.Org.

His lips curved in a faint smile, his eyes reflecting an infatuated glow as he whispered, "Okay."

"Good boy. This is your reward."

Whatever followed, Sullivan couldn't fathom how he endured.

But he savored every moment with Rebecca, even the painful ones.

After all, she was a woman to be pitied.

Mostly, it was she who needed.

He wasn't keen on these games.

But every time, she would stubbornly claim it was a reward for him.

And he would gladly accept it.

Afterward, she left in a hurry, not giving him a second glance.

Because she had warned him that this was the last time.

Sullivan watched Emily, who was sobbing uncontrollably, about to throw herself at him. His voice was icy as he warned, "Stay away. I'm filthy."

"I'm not afraid of dirt. I want to be close to you. I know this is the last time. You won't care for me after this!"

As she spoke, Emily had already collapsed onto him, continuing to wail.

Did she know what it felt like to have tears mix with blood and raw wounds?

It was like rubbing salt into an open gash.

Sullivan's face twitched with pain, yet he couldn't bring himself to push away the desperately crying child.

So be it.

Let it be.

When Emily finally ran out of tears,

her voice hoarse, she w

"Sullivan. I don't need your

care

protection anymore. Just take of yourself, okay?"

Sullivan's voice was choked as he promised, "Okay."

If only he had met someone like her when he was younger.

Such a sweet little thing. He would have been reluctant to let her go.

He would have protected her as she grew.

But it was too late.

He was too old.

His body couldn't take another injury.

Sullivan's eyes dimmed as he closed them.

Emily dialed for an ambulance and only after he was lifted onto the stretcher did she turn to leave.

Why?

Why did she still cling to life?

In a world so bleak.

It was because of her mother. Without her, her mother wouldn't survive.

And because of Stephanie, who was always nice to her.

Since it was still early, the car that

had crashed into the roadside

barrier

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was there with the doors still open.

Emily climbed in, grabbing her backpack and phone, and left without looking back.

Her small silhouette on the road looked exceptionally lonely.