He Got Engaged to His First Love On the Day I Died-Chapter 68: He Lowered His Head and Held Her Finger in His Mouth

Chapter 68: Chapter 68: He Lowered His Head and Held Her Finger in His Mouth

She had once offered him her warm, beating heart, but he had thrown it into a frozen wasteland.

A heart that has frozen to death will only grow harder and colder.

It won’t revive. It will never beat again.

"Natalie Morgan, if you want a divorce, you’d better behave. Who knows, maybe one day my heart will soften, and I’ll actually grant your wish."

With a violent shove, he released her neck.

She lost her balance for a moment, flailing for something to grab onto. She found nothing, but her hand swept a photo frame off the edge of the cabinet.

A sharp CRACK echoed as the glass and frame shattered to pieces on the floor.

It was her and Theodore Grant’s wedding photo.

Taken the day before they registered their marriage.

A rented wedding dress, a simple photo studio, and a stone-faced man.

Even so, the Natalie Morgan of back then had felt utterly blissful.

It was the only photo she and Theodore Grant had together. She once treasured it more than anything.

Theodore Grant wouldn’t allow it to be displayed in the house, saying it disgusted him.

’It shattered. Good.’

"What do you think you’re doing?"

Theodore Grant suddenly erupted in fury.

She didn’t understand why he was so angry.

’It was just a photo he despised.’

’No, he didn’t care about the photo. He just thought she was throwing a tantrum.’

"I’ll clean it up."

She crouched down and began picking up the shards of glass one by one.

The man, still fuming, yanked her up by the wrist and dragged her upstairs.

A piece of glass sliced her fingertip. Blood beaded, then dripped all the way up the stairs.

He half-pulled, half-dragged her into the bedroom. She had no idea what had gotten into him now.

"I just broke it by accident. Why are you doing this?"

Her fingertip was still bleeding.

It didn’t hurt much, which probably meant the cut was deep. The bleeding wouldn’t stop.

The man took a deep breath, gripped her wrist, raised her injured finger to his face, and lowered his head to suck on it.

Natalie’s pupils trembled.

’What is happening?’

She tried to pull her hand back but couldn’t. The man shot her a cold glance. "Don’t move."

"You... Don’t do this." She was terrified.

He held her fast with one hand while using the other to pull open a drawer in the side cabinet and take out a first-aid kit.

He bit the cap off a bottle of alcohol, poured some on her wound, and then carefully wrapped her finger in gauze.

He tied the final knot. 𝗳𝐫𝚎𝗲𝚠𝚎𝗯𝕟𝐨𝘃𝚎𝗹.𝗰𝗼𝗺

Only then did he release her hand.

Her eyes wide with terror, Natalie Morgan quickly took two steps back.

’Why did he suck my blood?’

’Is he a vampire?’

"What’s with that look?" A rare hint of tenderness appeared in his eyes. "Be more careful next time."

Natalie Morgan was genuinely scared.

For a long time, she didn’t dare to speak.

Theodore Grant found his pajamas and went into the bathroom.

She cleaned the soiled floor, then stood alone on the balcony, letting the cold wind blow over her.

It was late, the dead of night, with just a scattering of stars in the sky.

In the vast mansion, the only sound was the chirping of insects.

The black-lacquered, carved gates of the old mansion slowly swung open.

From the second-floor balcony, she could see headlights sweep across the first-floor windows before the car came to a stop in a parking space.

It was Lucas Grant’s car.

He hadn’t stayed the night at the old mansion in many years.

On the night she and Theodore Grant got married, he hadn’t stayed at the mansion either, showing no regard for the Grant family’s relatives.

Because of that, Helena Sullivan had been the subject of much gossip.

She remembered the old man had flown into a rage at the time.

He had nearly blacklisted that young starlet from the entire internet.

To Lucas Grant, marriage was just a business alliance, a task to be completed.

He still partied however he wanted.

He didn’t love Helena Sullivan, just as the Theodore Grant of today didn’t love her.

Since he was young, Lucas Grant had a penchant for starlets—second-rate singers, third-rate actresses, and plastic surgery-addicted influencers with a bit of clout. He took them all, and he was more than willing to spend money on them.

Just a week ago, he had booked out Riverden’s tallest building, the Eye of Riverden, to put on a night-long fireworks display for a third-rate starlet named Cindy.

Half of Riverden’s tabloid news was contributed by the father-son duo of Lucas and Theodore Grant.

’Why did he suddenly come back?’

’Was it because Grandfather was buried today? Is there some custom or tradition he has to follow?’

Natalie Morgan watched as Lucas Grant got out of the car, walked around to the other side, and opened the door. A beautiful young woman stepped out.

He put his arm around her waist, and they walked inside, laughing and talking.

’No way. Grandfather was just buried, and he’s already bringing a woman home?’

’Is there something wrong with his head?’

The lights in the mansion’s living room switched on.

The members of the Grant family, roused from their sleep, came downstairs one by one.

"What’s this? None of you are asleep, or did you get up just for me?" Lucas Grant had been drinking and was in high spirits. He kept his arm around the woman’s slim waist as he made the introduction. "Let me introduce you all. This is Cindy, my little sweetheart. She’ll be staying with us tonight. No one has any objections, right?"

Hearing Lucas Grant say something so shameless, Claire Grant thought he must have lost his mind.

’Grandfather was just laid to rest today, and he pulls a stunt like this?’

"It’s bad enough you keep women on the side, but to bring one home on this day of all days? Who exactly are you trying to disgust?"

Faced with his daughter’s insolent remark, Lucas Grant’s expression soured. "What kind of talk is that? Our Cindy is very well-behaved. Your mother is the official wife, Madam Grant. No one can take her position. Our Cindy isn’t trying to compete, right, Cindy?"

The woman gave a faint smile, her red lips so seductive that Lucas Grant looked utterly captivated.

Claire Grant was so angry she felt like she would explode.

Helena Sullivan remained calm. She knew the day he brought a mistress into their home would come sooner or later, but she hadn’t expected it to be so soon.

"Tell her to leave," Theodore Grant said.

Lucas Grant looked at his son through hazy, drunken eyes and suddenly laughed. "Leave? Where to? My son, don’t you also have a little mistress you parade around everywhere? And now you think what your old man is doing is wrong? Are you kidding me?"

’What a slap in the face.’

Natalie Morgan felt a strange sense of satisfaction.

’Theodore Grant really was ridiculous. He was a piece of trash himself, yet he had the audacity to look down on his trashy father.’

’They were all rotten to the core.’

’Neither was better than the other.’

"Take her and get out, you hear me?"

There was a vicious streak in Theodore Grant.

When he got angry, even Lucas Grant was afraid of him.

The young woman at his side trembled in fear as she looked at the enraged younger man. "Lucas, maybe... maybe I should just go back for now."

"What’s there to be afraid of? He’s the son. Does he think he can order his old man around?"

Lucas Grant put his arm around the woman’s shoulder, preparing to head upstairs.

Theodore Grant kicked a nearby chair, sending it flying several feet away.

The sound was tremendous, making everyone present’s scalp tingle with fear.

"I said, take her and get out. Don’t you understand plain language?"

"Lucas, why don’t you leave with me? We can come back another day... another day." The young woman was so scared her legs were turning to jelly.

She couldn’t imagine how excruciating it would be if that young man’s strength were directed at her.

Lucas Grant felt utterly humiliated, but he couldn’t force the issue. He had to concede. "Fine, we’ll come back another day. I won’t argue with you all in the middle of the night."

Lucas Grant left, muttering curses under his breath.

Helena Sullivan watched her son for a long time.

Her eyes were filled with complex emotions.

No one could truly decipher their meaning.

"I truly hope the Grant family doesn’t produce another Lucas Grant."

Her voice was soft and carried little weight, but every word struck a chord in the hearts of everyone present.

Claire Grant, also filled with disappointment, shot Theodore Grant a look before helping Helena Sullivan upstairs.

Natalie Morgan glanced at the time. It was almost three in the morning.

After the little interlude, everyone returned to their rooms.

That night, Natalie Morgan and Theodore Grant slept in the same bed.

He tossed and turned all night.