Twisted Ties of Love novel Chapter 125

The scissors were covered in rust and somewhat prickly to hold. Ryker stepped on a rat, his gaze turning cold. He forcefully stabbed the rusty blade into the rat's neck, and blood soaked the ground.

Ryker stared at the dead rat at his feet, his expression turning hideous.

Upon seeing this, a cold shiver ran down Izabella's spine–it was so creepy.

Ryker emotionlessly used the scissors to pick up the dead rat and tossed it into the garbage can.

He turned to look at Izabella, and his fierce demeanor vanished in an instant, replaced by his usual innocent appearance.

"Bella, I can help you deal with anything you're scared of, even people."

Izabella saw a hint of murderous intent in his eyes.

She didn't know why Ryker emitted such chilling vibes. Fear momentarily flashed through her mind.

The next second, Ryker became panicked, realizing his actions might have frightened Izabella. He glanced at his hands, which had no rat blood but were covered in rust marks. He wiped them on his pants.

"Don't be afraid of me. I just want you to know I can protect you."

How could Izabella not understand what Ryker meant? "Ryker, don't waste your time on me. We could never be together." She mustered her strength and said, "I should get going."

Ryker watched her smile. He wanted to say something, but seeing her pale and tired face, he remained silent.

Feeling uneasy, he stared at her retreating figure, the pain in his chest unbearable. She was so close, yet he felt so distant.

He was afraid Izabella would keep her distance and avoid him. He didn't care about anyone else, just her well-being.

It was long passed 10 minutes when Izabella returned with the bag in hand.

Brett stood at the entrance, casually saying, "You're five minutes late."

Izabella said nothing. Brett glanced at her slightly pale face, then shifted his gaze to Ryker, who was nearby.

His sharp eyebrows were filled with a cold, fierce look. He put out his cigarette, and his scrutiny became even more intense.

He had a feeling something happened between the two of them, and the thought of them doing something behind his back annoyed him.

As Izabella approached, Brett forcefully grabbed her wrist and pulled her into his arms, sniffing her neck.

To others, it seemed like he was asserting his ownership.

Regardless of others watching, Brett inhaled the scent of her neck and lifted her hair to look at the skin underneath.

"Is this enough for you? Should I take all my clothes off so you can inspect me properly?"

"Take it off when we get back." Brett tightly held Izabella's hand as they left the orphanage. The orphanage head wanted to see them off but was frightened by his cold glare.