Chapter 93 Only the Dead Don''t Speak


    Chapter 93 Only the Dead Don''t Speak


    Ste moved her body slightly and slowly woke up. As soon as she opened her eyes, she saw the


    figure on the balcony.


    The soreness in her waist reminded her of how crazy he had been just now.


    Her beautiful face was a little shy, and even the tips of her ears turned red. She pursed her lips and


    chuckled, but then felt strange. Although he would usually pester her to have sex, he was quite rational,


    at least he wouldn''t ask for it suddenly like he did just now, with such force that it almost felt like he was


    rubbing her into his bones.


    Ste tried to get up gently, wanting to hug him from behind.


    But as soon as her feet touched the ground, the pain between her legs almost caused her to fall t on


    her face.


    "Are you okay?"


    Liam quickly reached out to hold her.


    Ste was stunned. Then he pulled her into his arms, and she met his gentle and deep gaze.


    Liam smiled and put her on the bed, rubbing her hair. "You don''t sleep in the middle of the night. Were


    you trying to sneak attack me from behind?"


    "No." Ste clenched her fist and punched him. The two of them yed around for a while, and then


    Liam suddenly fixed his gaze on her.


    Her skin was fair, and a slight rub would leave a red mark.Content is property ? N?velDrama.Org.


    And he had been...


    Liam''s gaze became somewhat ambiguous as he lightly lifted her long hair. "Wear something that


    covers your neck tomorrow."


    It took Ste a while toe back to her senses. She felt shy and embarrassed, and buried her face in


    his chest, punching it hard with her fists.


    "Stop!" Heughed. "Your strength is like tickling. Do you want me to lose control again?"


    "Liam, you..." Her eyes widened. "You''re so bad!"


    "So what?"


    "If you continue to be this bad, be careful I''ll dump you!"


    It was originally an unintentional joke, but when Ste turned to look at him, she suddenly noticed that


    his eyes had dimmed.


    Her heart tightened. "Darling... what''s wrong with you?"


    He had a calm but gloomy and depressed expression, not saying a word.


    "I was just joking!" Ste timidly looked at him. "How could I dump you?"


    "What if I lied to you?" His voice turned slightly cold. "Would you leave me?"


    Ste was momentarily speechless.


    The eerie silence was like an invisible wall between them. Ste vaguely felt that the person in front of


    her seemed particrly unreal.


    She felt somewhat uneasy in her heart.


    She was very nervous, and an inexplicable chill climbed up her spine.


    Suddenly, Liam smiled and touched her head like usual. "It''s okay. I was just joking too."


    "Really?"


    "Yeah." He said word by word, "Remember, I won''t lie to you, never."


    Ste nodded obediently, leaning against his bare chest and listening to the familiar sound of his


    heartbeat. Only then did the uneasiness in her heart slowly fade away.


    He was usually not one to joke around, but he took everything very seriously.


    It seemed like she couldn''t y this kind of joke with him anymore in the future.


    She smiled, feeling a hint of sweetness in her heart. She closed her eyes in his embrace and soon fell


    into a deep sleep.


    ......


    Liam stayed up and guarded her all night, unable to sleep.


    Just as dawn was approaching, his phone suddenly lit up with a picture sent by Oliver.


    In the photo, several men in ck were acting suspiciously, and the street in the background was near


    the small apartment they were renting.


    He suddenly became alert, quickly got up, and went to the balcony to make a phone call.


    "What''s going on?"


    "It was sent by my subordinate." Oliver whispered, "Noah, it seems these people have been following


    Ste for many days!"


    Liam narrowed his eyes, a fierce light shing in his gaze.


    "Are they sent by my Uncle Christopher?"


    "You can say that." Oliver snorted and said, "I''ve investigated. They are Eric''s people."


    "What the hell does he want?"


    "He''s probably eager to im the credit in front of your Uncle Christopher. After all, Christopher used to


    firmly believe that you were in Bramore!"


    Liam''s face darkened slightly. A momentter, he sneered.


    "Since he wants to do a meritorious deed for the Martinez family, it doesn''t matter who he does it for."


    "Huh? Noah, what do you mean?"


    "Go and find him with your men."


    Liam lowered her voice and said something on the phone.


    ......


    Eric was thrown into a room, tightly bound.


    At first, he was still shouting, butter his mouth was gagged, and his head was covered with a sack,


    rendering himpletely immobile.


    With a thud, he fell heavily, and his head throbbed in pain.


    Only then did someone take off the sack and tear off the tape from his mouth.


    Just as he was about to curse, he suddenly met a pair of mocking and teasing charming eyes.


    "Mr. Wilson?"


    "Long time no see, Mr. Smith!"


    Eric''s mind went nk instantly, and he was unable to figure out when he had offended this young


    master after a long while.


    He looked around. There was a group of bodyguards in ck with expressionless and serious faces,


    so he swallowed all the questions he wanted to ask.


    "Mr. Smith." Oliver squatted in front of him and took out a stack of photos from his suit pocket. "Do you


    recognize these?"


    Eric had a look, and those were all photos of his men tracking Ste!


    "I... I really don''t know what''s going on! Heh, Mr. Wilson, did Miss Taylor get into trouble?"


    "Don''t you know whether she''s in trouble or not?" Oliver pped his face hard with the photos.


    Eric panicked and immediately knelt, begging for mercy.


    "Mr. Wilson, I really don''t know what''s going on! My rtionship with Miss Taylor is purely professional.


    She is a very capable person, and our previous coborations were very pleasant..."


    Oliver looked at him disdainfully, knowing that he was spouting nonsense.


    "Eric, let me make it clear to you. You have been sending people to track Ste all this time just to find


    out Liam''s identity, right?"


    A sense of impending doom came upon Eric. He stuttered and was unable to speak.


    "Heh, you guessed it right... That''s Noah! Mr. Noah Martinez!"


    Oliver said word by word while gritting his teeth and then revealed a sinister smile.


    Eric was scared out of his wits.


    He never expected that he was the clown, thinking that he was spying on others in the dark, but he had


    already been monitored.


    Oliver took out a dagger. The dim environment made the dagger gleam with a chilling light, sending


    shivers down one''s spine. Shortly after, he took out a revolver, and the sound of bullets being loaded


    was unusually crisp in this ce.


    Eric retreated step by step, his hands supporting himself on the concrete ground, his eyes filled with


    horror.


    "Mr. Wilson..."


    "Noah said," Oliver chuckled. "Since someone is so eager to uncover his identity, let''s just send that


    person back to his hometown. Because in this world, only dead people can''t talk!"


    As soon as he finished speaking, he pressed the gun against Eric''s head!


    Eric wetted his pants in horror and screamed loudly.


    Oliver then pressed the dagger against his neck.


    "If I use a bullet, you''ll die a quick death. If I use a knife to stab you again and again... I''ll enjoy it!"


    "I wonder which way you think is better, Mr. Smith."


    "Or," Oliver sneered. "Should I make a call right now and ask Mr. Christopher Martinez how he wants


    you to die?"