When Petals Meet The Blade (Priscilla and Waldo) novel Chapter 300

Chapter 300

“Tell thent.” Priscilla scoffed inwardly. “Tell them to let me go! Do I need to repeat myself?TM

Meanwhile, Waldo’s eyes narrowed, and a flash of sharp, murderous intent shot from their depths. “Just as I suspected, you assassint are all branded, G did this to me and my brother as well. Who’s behind you? Who trained you all? Speak!”

Waldo approached, closed the distance, and grabbed Priscilla by the throat, his grip slowly tightening to cut off her air. “What’s your real purpose in approaching me? Who’s pulling the strings behind all this? Speak!”

“Wh-What do you mean? I don’t understand…” Priscilla gasped, struggling for air as panic seized her.

Back when Priscilla had tried to assassinate Waldo, he’d grabbed her, too. But that time, it was her chin he held. Moreover, his gesture was charged with unmistakable intimacy.

But at that moment, it was her throat he gripped. Gone was any trace of intimacy. Waldo’s eyes radiated pure murderous intent, burning with fury yer chilling to the bone.

Priscilla felt her whole body tense up, her fingertips trembling uncontrollably. “Y–You bastard!” She gasped. “Let go! I can’t breathe…

“Then die!” Waldo snarled, his hands gripping Priscilla’s throat even harder.

Priscilla could feel the Grim Reaper approaching. Waldo was

Priscilla kept reassuring herself that Waldo was the

man.

ot;

There was no empty threat. Waldo intended to kill her.

ed her unconditionally.

“Waldo…” Priscilla opened her mouth wide, but not a single breath of air reached her lungs. Her chest felt hollow. She was on the verge of suffocation.

Priscilla stared at Waldo, wide–eyed, her gaze brimming with terror and utter disbelief. ‘He’s going to kill me. Waldo means to kill me! Priscilla thought in

horror.

Priscilla choked out, “Wa–Waldo… I loved you… so much… wh–why…”

But Waldo’s fingers remained locked around her throat. Priscilla felt her consciousness fading as she struggled for air. The world before her eyes began to blur and darken at the edges.

‘Waldo, don’t kill me. Please, I’m begging you.’

Hughie rushed over and grabbed Waldo’s wrist, not daring to use full strength. “Your Highness, are you going to strangle her to death?”

“Such a vicious woman deserves to die!” Waldo snarled, his eyes burning with chaotic, murderous intent.

Hughie, however, saw that Waldo had completely lost himself to madness. He knew Waldo would regret this action once he returned to his senses. After all, Priscilla was a woman he once loved.

“Your Highness, forgive my offense!” Hughie said, then raised his hand and struck down on Waldo’s wrist.

Waldo felt a stabbing pain between his thumb and forefinger, causing his hand to let go. Watching Priscilla collapse limply to the ground, gasping desperately for air, Waldo stood dazed. He could barely remember what he’d just done.

“I…” Waldo murmured, his mind reeling. “What have I just done?”

“Your Highness,” Hughie suggested, “We should ascertain the mastermind behind all this.” Hughie was convinced that Priscilla came prepared. Hughie moved to help Waldo back to his seat, but Waldo roughly shook him off. “My leg’s only injured, not useless. I can walk on my own!”

Waldo returned to his chair and sat down, glancing back at Priscilla, who was still struggling to catch her breath. His gaze held nothing bu fury; not a trace of affection remained.

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