Chapter 146: A Heavy Hammer
[Elizabeth’s Perspective]
Armstrong wanted to reject me before I left. This way, he could break his ties with me and not let me affect him anymore. He was always so ruthless to me.
Tears welled in my eyes involuntarily. I couldn’t control my emotions.
I looked up at the handsome man in front of me. His rejection of me would mean that all my previous efforts were in vain. I felt like a piece of trash who couldn’t do anything right.
Margaret could have Armstrong’s love when she didn’t have a mate, and after she had a mate, she could easily capture the Lycan King’s heart. But I couldn’t. No one wanted to love me.
Armstrong’s somewhat rough hand touched my face. He looked surprised and confused. He wiped away my tears with his fingers and then stopped at my chin.
I tilted my head slightly and inhaled Armstrong’s delicious scent. I thought in despair that this might be the last time I would smell my mate. I would probably die because my mate rejected me.
“What happened to you?” Armstrong asked.
“Do you not want me to be your mate?”
I didn’t want to say no, but we both knew that was what it meant.
I saw Armstrong’s pupils dilate for a moment, then he frowned and stared at me with a complicated expression.
“Elizabeth, I—”
He looked like he wanted to deny it. I looked at him with my last hope, but he kept his mouth shut and started avoiding my gaze by looking the other way.
I understood.
The fact that I’d been fooling myself the past few days was laid bare for all to see. My mental defenses were crumbling. That was what Armstrong was thinking. He wanted to end the relationship with me. Even though we both knew that Margaret wouldn’t accept him now, he still wanted to do it.
I was angry at myself for feeling sad. I had been taking it slow with Armstrong to make him feel better, but at this moment, it seemed that this was obviously useless. Then why did I still do this?
I was longing for contact with Armstrong and didn’t want to be separated from him. My repeated retreat made me not like myself, but I couldn’t get the outcome I desired. This was my last chance to express my feelings for Armstrong. I didn’t care about anything else.
I stood on tiptoe and hooked my arms around Armstrong’s neck. This was what I had always wanted to do.
I let Armstrong move closer to me and pressed my lips to his, taking in his delicious breath. We were mates. We should have done this a long time ago. I enjoyed being surrounded by Armstrong’s aura, even if he wasn’t taking the initiative at all.
I had been afraid since I saw those people coming out of the forest. Just now, when Armstrong and the Lycan King came knocking on our door, we were afraid when we didn’t know who was at the door. Armstrong’s aura could calm my fear very well. This was the function of the mate, to support the other party at special times. It was just that Armstrong never wanted to do this.
Armstrong remained motionless in front of me, neither responding nor stopping me.
I closed my eyes and delved deeper into his mouth and tongue, hooking his tongue.
Just as I was about to wrap my thighs around his waist, Armstrong finally moved. He hugged my waist and our kiss deepened.
This triggered a stronger reaction in my body. Armstrong’s response made me touch his body even more passionately, from his strong chest muscles to his slim and strong waist.
This ignited a long-lost passion between us. Touching Armstrong made me happy.
He growled and lifted me up, so that I was completely wrapped around him.
I pressed both hands against his soft, muscular chest. My heart was racing. Armstrong’s scent had turned fiery. He was excited because of me.
But to my surprise, Armstrong gently placed me on the sofa he had been sitting on. He reached out to scrape my face which was wet again from fresh tears. His movements were gentle.
I spread my legs wide and looked up at him. It was an invitation. There was no way Armstrong couldn’t understand the meaning.
However, Armstrong only lowered his head and kissed me gently. His hands were on the sofa. He looked very gentlemanly, which was disappointing to me.
Then he stood up and walked towards the door.
“Armstrong…”
“Follow Margaret and get out of here. It’s safe there.”
Armstrong looked back at me. His eyes looked as if nothing had happened, as if the distance we had closed in that instant was just my imagination. His eyes told me that we were living in two different worlds, and I was very far from his world.