Mr. Burns Is Killing His Wife novel Chapter 5

Chapter 5 He Had Never Seen Elisa Get Sick

Hamish's body was emitting chilliness. The two were only a few centimeters apart, and Elisa was chilled awake in an instant, facing the sinister gaze of the man. She didn't know where to dart her eyes.

Suddenly, a bony finger pinched her chin, forcing Elisa to raise her head and look up in panic.

"Hamish, when did you come back?"

"I can come back whenever I want. Do I need to report to you?" Hamish knelt on the bed, forcibly pressing down on Elisa despite her resistance. He moved forcefully, pinching Elisa's wrists without an ounce of mercy.

Feeling the woman in his arms go from relaxed to stiff, finally struggling and resisting, but having her legs suppressed.

Elisa was panic-stricken. She had never seen Hamish like this before, like a vicious wolf about to shred and devour her. She was very afraid of him like this. The gentle and refined Hamish in her memories was becoming more and more blurred.

She instinctively started begging for mercy: "Hamish, it hurts so much."

"Elisa, you really disgust me. Both your face and your body repulse me. A woman like Elisa doesn't deserve to be treated well or patiently. It's all excessive."

Elisa's body stiffened. She clenched her teeth tightly, her face as dull as old paper under the dim light, without a hint of color.

She should have been used to Hamish's insulting words, but for some reason, her heart still ached as if it was being crushed in someone's palm little by little.

Hamish rarely came back. He treated her like a prostitute, coming back to lie down when he was bored before leaving again, as if to fulfill her "marital duty."

Today Lila was injured. Logically, he should have been with the love of his life at the hospital. But now, in the middle of the night, he appeared in her bedroom. With a little thought, Elisa understood-he must have had a disagreement with Lila. Otherwise, how could it be her turn?

But tonight she really didn't have the extra energy to deal with him. Elisa pushed against the man's firm chest, looking for a chance to escape. Her body had just straightened up when her long hair was seized from behind.

"Ah--" Elisa let out a cry of pain as her neck leaned back. "Hamish, it's late today. I don't want to have sex with you."

She didn't know what it was about those words that angered him. Hamish's gloomy face looked particularly terrifying in the light and shadow. He grabbed Elisa's hand forcefully and pressed her face into the pillow.

"Elisa, who are you pretending to be innocent for? Do you think I don't know if you want to do it or not? Threatening me to get married, and now you want to act indifferent?"

It was too unpleasant to hear. Elisa's breathing shuddered. She stared at the ceiling with tears swirling in her eyes before finally being unable to hold back, wetting the pillow.

This was the man she had insisted on marrying, using the cruelest words to injure her all over.

Seeing her moist eyes, Hamish's heart tightened for a moment. He untied his tie from his neck in irritation and tied Elisa's hands to the headboard.

Elisa endured the pain brought by stomach cancer. Her tongue pressed against her teeth as she suppressed her voice, desperately swallowing back the bloody taste in her throat. She was on the verge of begging for death, in excruciating pain.

Watching the woman curled up like a cat in the bedding, trembling finely, she looked a bit pitiful to Hamish.

Of course Hamish didn't care about her, let alone have her in his heart. Elisa's health had always been good. Working overnight and still being able to go to work on time was common. In all the time with her, it seemed like he had never seen her get sick.

Her long hair was messy on the bed. Her back was very slender. When she bent over, her two shoulder blades were like butterflies about to spread their wings.

He couldn't help reaching out to touch them. His fingertips had just made contact when the woman recoiled as if frightened, quickly moving sideways. Hamish's eyes flashed with fierceness, extremely displeased in his heart.

"Usually like a dead fish, and now you want to play hard to get? But I'm telling you it's useless!" For some inexplicable reason, a surge of irritation rose in Hamish's heart. Even he didn't know how to quell this emotion.

He was unwilling to admit this feeling came from Elisa. He could only think of Lila-thinking of what Lila had said to him at the hospital, asking when he would divorce Elisa-his mood instantly slipped downward.

Hamish gritted his back molars. What was there about Elisa that was worth arguing with Lila over?

Elisa hugged herself, like a turtle shrinking into its shell, presenting a state of self-protection. She felt so cold, even though she had turned on the AC and was under a quilt. She still couldn't withstand the chill.

It was as if a gash had been sliced open in her chest, infected and rotting her internal organs.

She had always endured pain well. She would swallow broken teeth and think nothing of it. But this time, she really couldn't stand it anymore. Once the thought of divorce stabbed into her heart, it would spread wildly.

When she had the strength, she would talk to Hamish about divorce. She was going to die soon. She didn't have time to appease him anymore.

When Elisa passed out from the pain, she heard Hamish say his last words.