Reclaiming the CEO's Heart

Chapter 6 His Ruthlessness

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The cold wind from the river blew in her face, piercing her bones with its icy touch like a knife. Avery

struggled to get up and continued to chase after him.

However, she underestimated her current physical condition. She had only run a few meters before

falling hard to the ground. The car door opened again, and a pair of shiny handmade leather shoes

stopped in front of her.

Her gaze slowly moved up along his well-pressed trousers, meeting Jacob's indifferent gaze.

"Ja..." Avery weakly called out.

A pair of well-defined hands landed above her. For a moment, Avery seemed to see the young man in

white who had once captivated her in her youth. She instinctively reached out her hand towards him.

But the moment their hands touched, Jacob coldly withdrew his hand, giving her hope and then

mercilessly snatching it away, causing her body to fall hard once again.

She was originally uninjured, but she landed with her palm pressed against the broken glass shards on

the ground, and the glaring blood dripped from her palm.

His black pupils froze for a moment, but he made no move.

Avery was momentarily dazed. She remembered that in the past, he would take her to the hospital in

the middle of the night for a small cut on her finger.

The doctor on duty even joked. "Sir, luckily you came early. If you had come any later, the wound would

have already healed."

The person from her memories overlapped with the man in front of her. His face was still the same, but

his warmth and care had been replaced by coldness.

Jacob coldly and ruthlessly said, "Avery, others may not understand you, but don't I know you? You can

somersault even after running a kilometer and a half. How could you trip after running a few steps?"

His gaze towards her was filled with disdain, like a sharp knife cutting into her.

Avery bit her pale lips and explained, "No, I didn't lie to you. I'm just sick and feeling weak..."

Before she could finish explaining, he bent down, leaned over, and raised her chin with his hand. His

rough fingers brushed against her dry lips. "Indeed, like father, like daughter. For a little money, you're

willing to act in such a pathetic play like your hypocritical father."

His words hurt more than the cold wind, stabbing her heart fiercely.

Avery forcefully pushed away his hand. "My father is upright and righteous. I believe he would never do

anything immoral!"

"Ha." Jacob sneered. It seemed that he didn't want to argue with her about this topic. He took out a

check from his wallet and casually filled in a number. Then he held the check with two fingers and

placed it in front of her.

"Do you want it?"

That was a considerable sum of money, 750 thousand dollars. It would at least relieve her from

worrying about Martin's medical expenses for a long time.

Obviously, he wasn't that kindhearted. Avery didn't accept it.

"Conditions."

Jacob whispered softly in her ear, "As long as you personally say that Martin is a despicable beast, this

money is yours."

Avery's expression changed dramatically when she heard that. She raised her hand to slap him, but

Jacob grabbed her wrist. While struggling, Avery's injured hand hit his shirt, leaving a bloody handprint.

Jacob tightened his grip and his tone became stern. "What? Are you unwilling? Then let him die in the

hospital. I've already chosen his burial place."

"Why did you become like this, Jacob?" Avery questioned with tears running down her face.

The man who once promised to protect her for a lifetime, to not let her shed a tear, seemed like a

dream. Her tears were now just a tool to please him.

Even the faint yellow light from the streetlamp had no warmth on his face. His face was full of

impatience. "You won't say it, huh?"

He let go of Avery and slowly tore up the check.

Avery rushed forward to stop him but was pushed away by him. He looked like a god with an indifferent

expression. "I gave you a chance."

The torn pieces of paper were like her shattered hope. In the end, they fell beside her, like flying

butterflies.

"No, please!" Avery frantically tried to pick up the torn pieces, her tears falling drop by drop onto the

ground.

She was in a panic like a child who had lost everything, helpless and flustered.

Jacob turned around and walked away. Just as he was about to get into the car, he heard a thud and

turned around to her lying unconscious on the ground.

The driver, Billy, looked nervous and said, "Mr. Hill, it seems like Mrs. Hill has fainted. Should we take

her to the hospital?"

Jacob glanced at him coldly and asked, "Are you very concerned about her?"

Billy had been by Jacob's side for a long time and clearly remembered how much he used to love Mrs.

Hill. However, ever since he brought back his sister's dead body, his temperament had changed

drastically.

After all, it was their family matter, so Billy didn't dare to ask too much. He obediently drove the car

away.

As the car got farther and farther away, Jacob looked at Avery who still hadn't gotten up through the

rearview mirror, and a disdainful expression deepened on his face.

He hadn't seen her for many days, and she had become better at acting.

Although Avery grew up in luxury and was well taken care of, Martin had made her practice various

physical activities from a young age to prevent her from being bullied.

How could a woman as strong as her, with a black belt in taekwondo and a seventh degree in

kickboxing, faint so easily?

In his eyes, she was just acting for money.

With this thought, Jacob coldly withdrew his gaze and didn't look at her again.

Only when Jacob's car disappeared did Nicholas hurriedly walk to Avery's side.

Avery woke up again and saw the room she had just left not long ago. There was an IV drip in the back

of her hand, and the cold liquid was slowly flowing through her blue veins. The wound on her left hand

had also been bandaged.

The deer antler clock on the wall pointed to three o'clock in the morning. Before she could speak,

Nicholas's gentle voice sounded. "I'm sorry. I was afraid you would do something foolish, so I followed

you."

Avery tried to sit up, but Nicholas quickly added another pillow for her and gave her some water. Only

then did Avery feel more comfortable. "Did you see everything?"

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to invade your privacy."

Nicholas was frank, like a blank sheet of paper. Unlike Jacob, he could be seen through easily at a

glance.

"It's okay. I'm his wife, not someone who has illegitimate sex relations with him."

When Avery saw a moment of surprise on Nicholas's face, she smiled bitterly and said, "That's right.

Everyone thinks that Layla is his future wife. If you don't believe me, I..."

Nicholas hurriedly interrupted her. "No, I believe you. I recognize your wedding ring. It's the limited

edition from Serenity Lure three years ago, the only one in the world. It was reported in a magazine that

it was personally designed by the CEO of Serenity Lure for his wife. I know that the man behind

Serenity Lure is Jacob."

He had thought about their relationship before, but when he saw the rumors between Jacob and Layla,

and the fact that he hadn't seen Jacob at the hospital in the past two years, he dismissed the idea.

Avery instinctively touched the spot where she used to wear the ring. It was empty, and the skin there

was fairer than the other parts, reminding her of her ridiculous marriage.

"It doesn't matter anymore whether I'm his wife or not. We will get divorced at nine tomorrow morning."

"Does he know about your condition?"

"He doesn't have the right to know."