Chapter 178


    The Merman, My Man by ck Velvet Chapter 178


    I took the iron bucket without saying a word and walked into the hatch with rt.


    When my vision cleared up, I realized what Laura meant when she said Dicken was hurting himself.


    My heart sank upon seeing Dicken. The iron bucket almost fell to the ground. Dicken’s wrists were no


    longer hung high aLove his head but had dropped to the height of his shoulder. He dragged the iron


    chains that were as thick as my wnst above him by force. A few deep ligature marks on his wrists


    caused by the iron chains were spotted. His bones were probably fractured and his flesh was exposed.


    The blue blood had solidified into a thick solid stuck between his wnsts and handaJW


    “Linda.” Dicken fixed his eyes an me when I came in. The iron chains shook as he spoke, ”Linda… 1…


    “ he stuttered. He seemed to want to express something but had no idea what to say.


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    I suddenly understood everything. He had heard the conversations between Gary and me. Gary, the


    psychopathic indeed let Dicken listen to everything when he tortured me. And yet Dicken


    wanted to threaten Laura by hurting himself so that Gary would release me.


    I dashed over to him as soon as I realized what had happened and hugged his chiseled body. I crad led


    his head in my embrace, both of my hands tangled in his hair. I closed my eyes and buried my face in


    his neck, inhaling his essence like an addict.


    ” Dicken…


    With my hoarse voice, I yelled his name. Hugging him felt like hugging the entire \vorId. I had no idea


    why I had suddenIy be so reliant on this merman. I used to despise himpletely.


    Whatever the reason had been, it didn t matter now. I just wanted to wrap my arms around him and hug


    him as tightly as I could. This appeared to be the only \vay to fll the void in my heart.


    Dicken Io\tered his head and licked my forehead with his tongue. He nibbled at my forehead gently with


    his teeth at times. There was no sexual desire in between this time. I nstead, he appeared to be


    consoling me. His touch was f IIed with love.


    The feeling of emptiness seemed to vanish. My world was no longer empty but rather filled \vith his


    enticing aroma. My soul appeared to enter a gentle cradIe, and I was saved beneath his beating heart.


    Ba- dump Ba- dump The heartbeats gradually cal med my nearly copsing emotions.


    As usual, his fishtail slid over and encircled my body. As if there was a safety barrier separating me


    from the dangers of the outside world. This sensation weakened my defenses. I wanted to cry and hug


    him. He \vas the only person by my side who knew exactly \vhat I had gone throug h. The man \vho


    clearly understood the stress I was under. To be exact, it \vas a fsh.


    I knew I couldn’t cry no matter how much I wanted to. I needed to be strong right now. It \vas my turn to


    keep him safe. He’d saved me so many times                                and now it was my turn.


    ’Linda, hang in there. N o matter ho\v difficult it is, you must persevere! ’


    I reluctantly let go of his body. I wished I could stay in his embrace longer, but I kne\v Dicken needed


    treatment right away to heal the wounds on his wrists.


    I reached out and took his \vrist in mine. Dicken helped by raising me up with his fishtail so that my


    eyes were now at the same level as his wrist.


    When I looked closely at Dicken s wound s, I couldn’t imagine how painful they must have been or ho\v


    hard he must have struggled. The handcuffs had been stretched out. Dicken could have crushed his


    own hands and gotten rid of the handcuffs if his bones \veren t strong enough. The wounds on his


    wrists \vere too deep, exposing the bones. Fortunately, his self-body healing was functioning properly.


    Some ne\v body tissues had developed and had be attached to the handcuffs.