Chapter 60 Chapter 60
The finger had been tossed out the car window while the car was in motion. No one had noticed exactly where it landed, only the general area. Landon and Zach quickly led their team back to the scene. They divided up sections of the road and searched the roadside meticulously. However, with night falling and darkness setting in, how could they possibly find anything?
Soon, Grace drove up and began searching from where Zach and the others had parked. She bent over as she moved forward step by step. Soon, she encountered Zach and the others head-on. Zach scratched his head awkwardly and said, "Ms. Hill, we already searched ahead. Nothing there. Probably got snatched up by some stray cats or dogs.”
Landon couldn't believe he'd said that. He had stepped back too far to stop him, so he could only raise his hand helplessly to shield his eyes.
Everyone expected Grace to lose her temper and lunge at Zach. Instead, she merely shot him a cold glance. Without straightening her back, she walked around him and continued searching ahead.
Benjamin stood not far behind her, leaning against the car and watching her silently. He watched her every step, searching ahead. He watched her pick up and examine every suspicious object. He watched her figure grow smaller and smaller until she suddenly stopped. First, she crouched down slowly; then, she knelt, her slender body gradually curling into a tight ball.
She had finally found Adrian's severed finger. It hadn't been carried off by cats or dogs; it had been run over by a car and flattened into a thin layer of flesh pressed against the ground. It was impossible to pick up.
No wonder they said it couldn't be found.
She still remembered the first time she saw Adrian. She had just started university, feeling beautiful and proud. A high school classmate had invited her to attend the renowned technical college's welcome party. There, on stage, she saw Adrian singing and playing the piano.
He wore a white shirt and simple jeans. Seated at the piano in the corner of the stage, he sang an old song. In fact, he wasn't particularly good—certainly not breathtaking—yet she found herself utterly captivated. She watched him, mesmerized, as his long fingers danced fluidly across the keys and his body swayed gently as he sang with effortless ease.
Only when he stepped offstage and applause erupted did she snap back to reality. She rushed over and intercepted him as he turned to leave. Without a shred of shyness, she introduced herself: "Hi, I'm Grace. Nice to meet you."
He looked startled at first, then flushed crimson.
Grace's body trembled faintly. She dared not dwell on the memory, biting her lip hard to stifle the tears. She couldn't cry, not again. What good would crying do? Could tears bring back Adrian's fingers? Could they send Benjamin and his kind to hell? No, tears only exposed her weakness and vented her bitter rage. She was filled with hatred that demanded not release but revenge.
Yes, she would seek vengeance. She would send Benjamin back to hell, strip him of everything, and make him suffer such agony and despair that death would seem preferable.
Benjamin had approached Grace unnoticed. He looked down at her and, after a moment, commanded coldly, "Get up."
Her body trembled slightly as she slowly stood up. She glanced at him once, then turned back in silence and pushed herself up from the ground with her hands. But her body was too weak. Before she could stand, she collapsed again. Fortunately, Benjamin was quick-witted and caught her, preventing her from falling.
After hesitating briefly, he scooped her up horizontally and started walking toward the car.
She was light, floating limply in his arms, seemingly lighter than a cat. Perhaps utterly drained of strength, she rested her head gently on his shoulder and asked softly, "Benjamin, do you know how much I hate you right now?"
"Enough to bite chunks out of your flesh, chew them thoroughly, and swallow them slowly."
Hearing this, he stopped, lowered his head, and observed her. After a moment, he sneered, "Fine. If only you had strong teeth, if only you had the means.”
She said nothing, only fixed him with a deadly stare before opening her mouth and biting down hard on his shoulder. Her teeth were sharp, and she bit with ferocity. Though separated by a shirt and a suit jacket, blood appeared almost instantly.
It quickly soaked through, yet his expression remained unflinching. He continued to look down at her, watching her bite with fury. A deep, resentful growl rose from his throat. But as she bit down, she suddenly seemed to lose all strength. Her head fell onto his shoulder, her arms wrapped around his neck, and she began to sob uncontrollably.
He stood for a moment before lowering her. He cupped her waist with one hand and lifted her chin with the other. Ignoring the tears streaming down her face, he pressed his lips firmly against hers.
She struggled, her voice muffled, and said, "Benjamin, I'll kill you someday!"
"Fine. I'll be waiting," he replied, pinning her down and refusing to release her tongue. The taste of blood filled her mouth—his blood. The scent excited him, yet it felt insufficient. He forced her tongue into his mouth and bit down gently, breaking the skin and mixing their blood.
At first, she merely struggled to evade him. Later, as if realizing there was nowhere left to hide or run, her anger turned to defiance. She stopped dodging and wrapped her arms around his neck instead, tilting her head back to meet his lips and tongue. She bit down with equal force.
Far away, Landon and Zach watched, both startled. Zach was the first to turn away, his face flushing. When Landon finally turned back around, Zach couldn't help but ask, "Bro, what the hell are those two doing? How did they end up kissing? That woman seems pretty aggressive, huh?”
Landon swatted Zach's forehead and muttered, "You idiot! Don't try to figure out something that complicated. Your brain isn't big enough for that!"
Zach nodded in resignation but then added, looking slyly at Landon, "Hey, do you think Ms. Hill might hold a grudge against me for chopping off her ex-husband's fingers? If she gets mad at me and starts badmouthing me to Mr. Norman, wouldn't I be in big trouble?"
Landon froze, unsure whether to call the guy smart or dumb. Just as he was about to lecture Zach, his phone buzzed in his pocket. It was the guy Landon had stationed at the hospital to secretly watch Adrian. After just a few words, Landon's expression shifted slightly. He glanced back at Benjamin, who was dragging Grace toward the car. After hesitating for a moment, Landon strode over and whispered, "Adrian called the cops."
Benjamin's lip bore a fresh wound. Grace's wrist, clasped in his hand, trembled visibly. He turned to look at her. “It's not that I want to kill him. He's practically begging me to. Grace, what do you think I should do?"