True Fated Marriage novel Chapter 933

Candace wasn't too surprised. Perhaps it was because she understood Lawrence very well. Hence, she did not struggle and just said, "Please give me a few minutes."

Lawrence narrowed his eyes and kept staring at Candace. His eyes were full of anger. "You want a few minutes? Fine, I'll give it to you. For the sake of Lowell, I will spare you a few minutes. Don't play tricks on me."

Candace scoffed helplessly and said, "Lawrence, you ought to think about this clearly. You would be sent to prison if you killed me. At that time, maybe you'll pay with your life. Have you actually considered the outcome?"

Lawrence held the knife in his hand and smiled contemptuously. His eyes were gloomy. Even so, he could not go down this path. Candace had hurt him badly this time. He would rather be dead than alive. He was basically a walking corpse, as there was no difference between life and death.

Therefore, even if he had to pay with his life, he would accept it!

"I've thought it through," Lawrence said in a deep

voice.

Candace pursed her lips and smiled gently. She looked at Lawrence and said, "Lawrence, I feel that it was very unlucky for you to have met me. How is it possible for me to allow you to go on with such bad fortune?"

Hence, Lawrence was stunned. Then he said, "I am really unlucky."

The unluckiest thing that ever happened to him in his life was being trapped by this woman. It was not until he had grown older that he saw her true colours.

No!

Perhaps, it was because he had not been able to see what this woman's thoughts were.

How could a person be so good at acting that no one could figure out her thoughts?

Irritation pricked at Lawrence at the thought of being trapped by Candace and that she had never loved him. He was ashamed and angry.

"Candace, you just said that you treated me like replacement parts. Does it mean that whenever we had it in the bedroom, you just pretended that I was Timothy?"

This was what men cared about the most.

However, Candace did not answer him, instead, she just stared into Lawrence's eyes. Her eyes were glued to his face.

"Tell me." Lawrence seethed when she did not said anything. Hethen bellowed, "Tell me the truth."

"Can't you feel it in your heart?" Candace asked, "Back then, can you not feel how I felt about you? Not even one bit?"

"Tell me. Am I not as good as Timothy?"

"When you and I got together, you were already in your forties. Do you think you're comparable to a twenty- something- year- old man? Are you deceiving yourself? I'd be lying to you if I'd say that you were comparable to Timothy, right?" Candace deliberately said in detail, "He has a pair of very strong arms and is able to carry me. What about you? I doubt you can even carry me for a minute."

Lawrence took a deep breath, as he was a little dumbfounded.

At the same time, Candace also took a deep breath. She smiled gently, reached out, and touched the top of her head before she continued. "Lawrence, stop asking these meaningless questions."

After finishing her words, Candace smiled slightly. She ran her hand from her hair to her neck. She looked at Lawrence and smiled very brightly.

"Lawrence, even if I don't love you, I can't die by your hands. How can I let you go to prison for me? I'll end it by myself." As soon as she finished speaking, she slashed her own neck.

Lawrence could not see it clearly. He only saw Candace smiling as she looked at him. Her hand fell to her side and he could see a trail of blood on her neck. In an instant, blood started spurting from her neck profusely.

Then, Lawrence exclaimed, "Candace? Candace?"

On the other hand, Candace looked at him with a smile. The blood kept gushing out out of her neck. Lawrence, who was standing a couple metres away from her, was covered in blood. Gradually, blood started flowing out of Candace's mouth.

"I will not allow you to go to jail for me. I'll end my own life." She muttered with all the strength that she had left.

Then, Lawrence wailed, "Candace!"

However, Candace only smiled back at him, not saying a single word.

Blood kept pouring out of her wound.