Marrying the Man in the Dark

Chapter 1063 No Empty Threats

Having fully reclaimed her memories, Cherise underwent a profound transformation.

Her gaze narrowed with determination as she delicately poised the surgical knife against Sebastian's carotid artery.

A thin stream of blood trickled from the knife, echoing the sinister grin that crept across her lips. "You're out of options," she said

coldly. "So, tell me, what makes you think it's just an idle threat if I push this blade further into your neck?"

Sebastian stood motionless, every muscle in his body tensed with apprehension. He dared not so much as twitch, acutely aware of

the knife's edge pressing against his carotid artery.

A faint throbbing sensation pulsed in his neck, a constant reminder of the precarious situation he found himself in. This time, there

was no room for doubt. Cherise's resolve was palpable, her demeanor unyielding and devoid of mercy.

Her eyes, once warm and familiar, now glinted with an icy determination that sent a chill down Sebastian's spine. The air around

them crackled with tension, thick with the weight of the moment.

Sebastian's heart hammered in his chest; each beat echoing loudly in the silence of the alley. He knew better than to provoke

Cherise further. Her unwavering gaze held him captive, rendering him powerless to do anything but stand there, consumed by a

sense of dread.

Sebastian wasn't immune to the fear of death, but in the past, he had been confident in his assessment of Cherise. He believed her

to be inherently kind, using threats merely as a means of intimidation rather than genuine intent to cause harm.

However, in that tense moment, a chilling realization washed over him. The aura surrounding Cherise was no longer one of empty

threats or bluffs. Instead, he could feel the palpable menace radiating from her, an unmistakable aura of murderous intent that

sent a shiver down his spine.

It was a stark departure from the Cherise he thought he knew, and Sebastian couldn't shake the feeling of dread that settled

heavily upon him.

Sebastian's throat tightened as he swallowed nervously, his voice trembling slightly as he spoke. "Cherise, please, calm down."

But Cherise's response was immediate and resolute. "How do you expectto calm down!" she retorted, her tone sharp with

frustration.

Biting her lip, Cherise's icy gaze bore into Sebastian's, her eyes flashing with a mixture of anger and resolve. "I have no desire to

resort to violence, even after all the things you've done to me," she declared firmly. "It's easy forto just vanish from your eyes

altogether."

"lI won't resort to extrmeasures against anyone," Cherise asserted firmly, her voice carrying a note of determination, "as long

as you remain incapable of touchingor causing harm."

"But Sebastian, you're forcing my hand," she added, her tone growing more urgent.

"Mandy, Lucy, and Savannah... they mean the world to me," Cherise stressed, her voice trembling with emotion. "I can handle your

relentless attacks aimed at me, but I can't stand seeing you hurt my friends!"

"Sebastian, every person has their breaking point," Cherise declared, her voice resounding with conviction.

"And you," she concluded, her words reverberating in the alley, "have none!"

Instinctively, Sebastian took a cautious step backward, his pulse quickening with each beat.

Cherise's knife mirrored his movement, its gleaming blade poised with deadly precision.

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Yet, despite Sebastian's efforts, the threatening proximity between Cherise's weapon and his vulnerable major artery remained

distressingly close.

A chill swept through Sebastian's veins as the full weight of his predicament settled upon him. Fear gripped him tightly, a stark

realization of the dire consequences awaiting him in the face of Cherise's unyielding determination.

"Please, Cherise... can't we discuss peacefully?" Sebastian implored, his voice quivering with apprehension as he continued to inch

backward, his gaze locked on Cherise's piercing stare.

He believed that seizing the opportunity to snatch the scalpel while Cherise was momentarily distracted with his offer could

potentially turn the tables. With beads of sweat falling from his temples, Sebastian weighed his options with a racing mind.

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Caught in a perilous situation, even if he managed to evade Cherise's threatening blade, there was little chance of escaping

unscathed from the individuals lurking outside.

The best route to take crystallized in Sebastian's mind—he had to act swiftly.

Snatch Cherise's knife, use it as leverage, and make an escape!

With determination fueling his movements, he resolved to seize Cherise's knife, using it as leverage to facilitate his escape. This

plan seemed to offer the best chance of turning the tide in his favor.

With cautious steps, he continued to retreat, concealing his intentions from Cherise's watchful gaze.

Unbeknownst to Cherise, Sebastian plotted his next move, poised to capitalize on any opportunity that presented itself. Cherise

remained focused on maintaining control, unaware of the imminent shift in the balance of power.

In the tense exchange between the advancing Cherise and the retreating Sebastian, the space between them dwindled until

Sebastian found himself backed into a corner.

Sensing the urgency of the moment, he knew it was the perfect tto move. With a sudden surge of determination, Sebastian

lunged forward, aiming to snatch the scalpel from Cherise's grasp.

However, to his surprise, Cherise's seemingly clumsy demeanor belied her steady mental composure in the face of such intense

pressure.

As Sebastian's hand closed around the handle of the scalpel, Cherise's reflexes kicked in with startling agility. In a swift and deft

maneuver, she twisted away, eluding Sebastian's grasp. NôvelD(ram)a.ôrg owns this content.

In the frantic struggle, Sebastian's aggressive movement inadvertently caused his palm to collide with the razor-sharp blade. A

searing pain shot through him as a long, thin wound appeared on his hand, crimson blood welling forth as a testament to his failed

attempt.

Sebastian cried out in agony as he clutched his wounded palm, the pain radiating through his body in waves.

Cherise's gaze flickered down to Sebastian's blood that splattered on her hands, torn between two conflicting instincts. Should she

maintain her grip on the weapon, or extend a hand to aid Sebastian with his wound?

The weight of this decision bore heavily upon her. The dual nature of her profession as both a healer and a wielder of deadly

instruments presented a daunting challenge.

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individual before her happened to be

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