Chapter 61 Chapter 61. Zephyr Provokes Her Fury
The driver cast a cautious glance at Zephyr. Zephyr’s face showed no emotion at all, making it impossible to guess what he was really thinking.
Afraid of losing his job, the driver clenched his teeth and lied, "I think you treat Zoria pretty well."
Zephyr frowned. "Then tell me—how am I good to her?"
The driver was quick-witted. Almost without thinking, he replied, "You took care of her father’s burial."
Zephyr asked again, "Anything else?"
The driver fell silent.
He scratched his head, racking his brain, but couldn’t come up with a single thing.
“Enough. There’s no need to say any more.” Zephyr knew perfectly well that he had never treated Zoria kindly. But if she would be willing, later on, to live quietly by his side, he would make it up to her. He would treat her well.
Zephyr stood there watching Zoria, cigarette ash still clinging to his fingertips, scattering down with the rain.
“Go to the car and get the coat,” he ordered.
The driver had barely turned away when Zephyr saw Zoria walk toward him, stopping about three meters away. He casually flicked the cigarette into the curtain of rain.
“Let’s go home.”
Zoria did not move. She looked at Zephyr’s handsome face, her voice hoarse from cold and pain. “Zephyr, I want to sever the bond with you.”
Zephyr’s gaze darkened, then he laughed. “You just met your father, and now you’re turning on me already?”
Standing in the rain, Zoria gave a faint, bitter smile. “I wanted to talk about severing the bond right in front of my father’s grave.”
Zephyr nodded calmly. “If you stay by my side, you basically won’t be able to leave the house. So how exactly do you plan to get to the Lycan court to apply for a bond severance?”
“I’ll find a legal representative to file the case. Zephyr, I have to sever the bond with you.”
Her words made Zephyr’s expression darker than the sky overhead. After a moment, he sneered, his voice icy. “And who’s brave enough to represent you? Evander?”
He had already warned the Valor pack not to interfere in matters between him and Zoria. It seemed a warning alone wasn’t enough.
Just then, the driver ran over from the car with the coat. Zephyr took it, his gloomy gaze locking onto Zoria as he slowly walked toward her.
“Zoria, be good and come home with me. Don’t bring up severing the bond again. I’ll pretend nothing happened.”
Zoria lifted her head. Her face was ashen, gaunt enough to break one’s heart. As Zephyr approached, she did not run. She just stood there dazed beneath the pouring rain. He held the umbrella over her.
He raised his hand and gently brushed the rain from her cheek, his fingertips grazing the wound on her forehead.
“Zephyr, either we sever the bond, or you watch me die.”
Zephyr acted as if he hadn’t heard. He draped the coat over her shoulders.
“Let’s go home.”
Zoria shook her head. “My home was destroyed a long time ago. That place isn’t my home. It’s yours and Faye’s.”
“I already told my assistant to buy another place,” Zephyr said. “From now on, you’ll live there with me, and we’ll live just like before.”
Zoria seemed to see straight through him and laughed mockingly. “So what will I be then? Still just a tool for you to produce heirs?”
Zephyr frowned. “You’re still the Luna of Hawthorne. We’ll be the same as before. I’ll make it up to you. I’ll treat you well.”
“Zephyr, we can’t go back to the past.” Zoria clutched the coat tightly around herself, then suddenly ripped it off and threw it to the ground. “Then can you give my father back to me?”
Her eyes were bloodshot, terrifying to look at. She stared at Zephyr with undisguised disgust.
“I don’t need you to treat me well!”
In Zephyr’s eyes, Zoria at that moment was probably nothing more than a clown putting on a performance. She screamed herself hoarse; he acted as if he couldn’t hear. She was twisted in agony; he acted as if he couldn’t see.
He lived in his own world, carrying out his plans step by step, unable to understand why Zoria refused to follow the path he had laid out.
But when he saw the hatred in her eyes, it felt as though something was tearing into his heart, a sharp, vicious pain. He tossed the umbrella to the driver beside him, then bent down and scooped Zoria up into his arms.
Zoria’s body was already exhausted, limp with weakness. No matter how she struggled, it was useless. Zephyr held her tightly and forced her into the car.
The heater was on inside, yet Zoria’s body was still so cold it ached. Her abdomen cramped painfully, and her spine hurt so badly she couldn’t straighten her back.
Zephyr reached out to remove her wet clothes. Zoria struggled, her nails scraping across his arm and leaving red gashes behind.
Zephyr pinned both of her wrists above her head with one hand and said in a low voice, "Zoria, do you remember what I told you at the hospital? If you want to go to the Lycan Court and ask to sever the bond, I won’t stop you. But if the judge refuses to break it, then you’ll be tied to me for the rest of your life. You won’t be allowed to do anything except bear my babies. Do you understand?"
Zoria’s heart skipped several beats. She clenched her teeth hard. She couldn’t let Zephyr threaten her forever.
When Zephyr caught sight of the stubborn defiance in her eyes, he suddenly tore open the wet clothes clinging to Zoria’s body. Feeling her skin tremble violently, he placed a hand on her abdomen and slowly began to stroke and knead it.
Zoria’s body went rigid. "Zephyr, you’re insane!"
She raised her hand and slapped straight toward his face, but before she could even brush a strand of his hair, he restrained her again. Zoria drew up her leg and kicked at him, then opened her mouth and bit viciously into his arm. The moment her teeth sank into his skin, she clenched her jaw and bit down as hard as she could.
Zephyr let out a low groan of pain. There was no anger on his face. Instead, he gave a chilling, mocking smile. "Since when did you turn from a tame little rabbit into a feral cat?"