Six Years Love in Hell— Put Me in Jail but Put a Ring on Her - Chapter 10: Chapter 10
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I was slightly stunned and instinctively asked back.
"What did you say? Look after me? You mean getting beaten black and blue was being looked after?"
Landon froze, saying in disbelief: "What are you talking about?"
I twisted my lips and rolled up my sleeves to expose the skin underneath.
What used to be smooth, fair arms were now covered with scars of varying depths.
Whip marks, stick wounds, and some burned skin leaving horrific traces.
Landon's face instantly drained of color as he murmured quietly: "No—no, that’s impossible! I did send people to look after you!"
He suddenly grabbed my arm, then just as suddenly let go.
When he looked up again, the tears in his eyes could no longer be contained and fell frantically.
"It was Savannah. It had to be her!"
I twisted my lips and pulled my arm back.
"So what if it was her?"
Landon stepped forward sadly and pulled me tightly into his arms.
"Sierra, don't be like this. It breaks my heart."
Breaks his heart?
I couldn't control myself and dry heaved, shoving him away hard.
"Stop lying to yourself, okay?"
"The only person you've ever cared about is Savannah."
"Every time I look at you now, I feel absolutely disgusted."
With that, I stopped looking at his increasingly pale face and turned to leave.
He stood there for a few seconds, then chased after me, breathing heavily.
He grabbed my wrist.
Frantically he said: "Why do you only see the bad parts of me? Haven’t I ever done anything right?"
"When you fainted on the mountain, who carried you down?"
"Who stayed up half-dead tired just to make you something when you got hungry at 2 a.m.?"
"Sierra, do you have no heart at all!"
I looked quietly at Landon. The last bit of heartache I had left completely disappeared in that moment.
"Don’t show up again. I’ve already lost enough respect for you—don’t push it any further."
Landon panicked. As he tried to stop me again, Julian suddenly appeared from nowhere.
He firmly blocked me from behind.
"Don't be afraid. I'm here."
I shook my head and grabbed his wrist.
"Calm down. I’m fine."
Landon stared at our clasped hands, his chest rising and falling rapidly.
"What the hell are you two to each other?"
But neither Julian nor I responded. We just turned and left together.
The next second, I caught a glimpse of a figure rushing toward us.
Landon was like a crazed lion, swinging his fist hard at Julian.
Julian dodged nimbly and fought back without backing down.
The two went from standing and fighting to falling down. I frantically called security to separate them, sweating profusely.
Julian was the Westwood family's precious son. I was terrified something would happen to him.
I hurriedly checked his wounds. Fortunately, they were all superficial.
I breathed a sigh of relief, then angrily patted his arm.
"Why were you so impulsive!"
Julian dramatically covered his arm and said pitifully: "I was helping you, and you're hitting me."
Watching him act, I almost laughed.
Out of the corner of my eye, Landon seemed to move. I immediately looked at him warily.
He smiled miserably, then roughly wiped his wet eyes with his hand.
His pride had reached its breaking point. Years of resources and achievements wouldn't allow him to keep degrading himself.
Landon took a deep breath, his expression returning to its cold, superior indifference.
"What did you say? Look after me? You mean getting beaten black and blue was being looked after?"
Landon froze, saying in disbelief: "What are you talking about?"
I twisted my lips and rolled up my sleeves to expose the skin underneath.
What used to be smooth, fair arms were now covered with scars of varying depths.
Whip marks, stick wounds, and some burned skin leaving horrific traces.
Landon's face instantly drained of color as he murmured quietly: "No—no, that’s impossible! I did send people to look after you!"
He suddenly grabbed my arm, then just as suddenly let go.
When he looked up again, the tears in his eyes could no longer be contained and fell frantically.
"It was Savannah. It had to be her!"
I twisted my lips and pulled my arm back.
"So what if it was her?"
Landon stepped forward sadly and pulled me tightly into his arms.
"Sierra, don't be like this. It breaks my heart."
Breaks his heart?
I couldn't control myself and dry heaved, shoving him away hard.
"Stop lying to yourself, okay?"
"The only person you've ever cared about is Savannah."
"Every time I look at you now, I feel absolutely disgusted."
With that, I stopped looking at his increasingly pale face and turned to leave.
He stood there for a few seconds, then chased after me, breathing heavily.
He grabbed my wrist.
Frantically he said: "Why do you only see the bad parts of me? Haven’t I ever done anything right?"
"When you fainted on the mountain, who carried you down?"
"Who stayed up half-dead tired just to make you something when you got hungry at 2 a.m.?"
"Sierra, do you have no heart at all!"
I looked quietly at Landon. The last bit of heartache I had left completely disappeared in that moment.
"Don’t show up again. I’ve already lost enough respect for you—don’t push it any further."
Landon panicked. As he tried to stop me again, Julian suddenly appeared from nowhere.
He firmly blocked me from behind.
"Don't be afraid. I'm here."
I shook my head and grabbed his wrist.
"Calm down. I’m fine."
Landon stared at our clasped hands, his chest rising and falling rapidly.
"What the hell are you two to each other?"
But neither Julian nor I responded. We just turned and left together.
The next second, I caught a glimpse of a figure rushing toward us.
Landon was like a crazed lion, swinging his fist hard at Julian.
Julian dodged nimbly and fought back without backing down.
The two went from standing and fighting to falling down. I frantically called security to separate them, sweating profusely.
Julian was the Westwood family's precious son. I was terrified something would happen to him.
I hurriedly checked his wounds. Fortunately, they were all superficial.
I breathed a sigh of relief, then angrily patted his arm.
"Why were you so impulsive!"
Julian dramatically covered his arm and said pitifully: "I was helping you, and you're hitting me."
Watching him act, I almost laughed.
Out of the corner of my eye, Landon seemed to move. I immediately looked at him warily.
He smiled miserably, then roughly wiped his wet eyes with his hand.
His pride had reached its breaking point. Years of resources and achievements wouldn't allow him to keep degrading himself.
Landon took a deep breath, his expression returning to its cold, superior indifference.
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