Chapter 1221 He Doesn&##x27;t Love You

Ysabel sobbed silently after Fill left.

This man was trash.

She started to miss her boyfriend.

'Was that call from him?'

'He probably asked Fill to send me back.'

'I'm so useless.'

Not only did she fail to kill Fill, she even lost her virginity. How could she face her boyfriend if she went
back?

Ysabel wanted to take a bath and wash off the scent of Fill, but just as she moved, it hurt so much that
she shed tears again.

That bastard!

He was not even human!

Recalling what happened not long ago, Ysabel was extremely frightened.

She never knew that a man could be this bad.

No!

She knew it, but she deliberately ignored it.

She didn't think that she would be so unlucky to encounter such a madman. She even felt complacent
about her skills. But she wasn't able to defeat Fill.



Now that she had ended up like this, it could be considered as her own fault.

Why did she come here to kill Fill since he had no enmity with her?

Before this, she didn't even know who Fill was.

It was him!

It was her boyfriend who said Fill was in his way. He was very upset. If she could help him kill Fill, he
would be very grateful to her.

He said that if Fill died, he would marry her and never leave her.

It was such a beautiful promise, and she ran over stupidly.

In front of Fill, she boasted that she was good at fighting. She thought that killing Fill was an easy task,
but she didn't expect that she would end up like this.

Ysabel shrank back, wrapped her hands around her knees and buried her head between her legs.

What happened to her?

Before this, although she had participated in boxing competitions and won prizes, she had never killed
anyone before.

For him, she actually ran over to kill people as if she had been possessed.

That was a person.

How could she come here without any hesitation?

But where was he now that she ended up like this?



Would he negotiate with Fill to take her back?

Of course!

He definitely would do this.

After all, she loved him so much, didn't she?

Ysabel comforted herself, but she still was in confusion.

At this moment, Fill walked in.

Ysabel suddenly raised her head.

When she saw Fill, she felt complicated.

She wanted to ask if her boyfriend was going to take her back. However, she was unable to utter a
single word.

Fill did not ignore the anticipation and disgust in her eyes.

Without saying anything, he walked in and directly went to the bed, handing the ointment in his hand to
Ysabel.

"Is it torn? Apply some ointment yourself."

Ysabel suddenly realized what he was talking about. She was ashamed and angry. She slapped away
the ointment in Fill's hand and said hatefully, "You don't have to pretend to be kind. You are to blame for
what I have become. Isn't it too late to show your humanity?"

Fill's eyes turned a little cold. A storm was coming.



Few people had spoken to him like this these past few years.

Fill walked over and picked up the ointment from the ground.

"Apply it yourself or you want me do it for you? Choose one."

"I said stop being kind! Go away!"

Ysabel knocked down the ointment again.

Fill exploded.

Without saying a word, he forced Ysabel to the bed. He took off her ribbon and tied Ysabel's hands.
Then, he tore Ysabel's clothes.

"Fill, you bastard! Go to hell! Let go of me!"

Ysabel struggled fiercely, but her clothes had been torn apart.

Shyness and embarrassment almost made her faint.

Fill's face was cold. He expressionlessly opened the ointment and applied it on her.

The cold feeling instantly stimulated Ysabel's nerves.

She was angry, shy, and embarrassed, but she also felt a little comfortable.

This ointment relieved the pain a lot.

After Fill finished applying the ointment, he pulled the quilt over and threw it on Ysabel's body. Then, he
left the bedside to the window and opened it. He took out a cigarette from his pocket and lit it.

He looked at the sky outside with complicated feelings.



That part of Whitney was also torn during his first and only sex with her.

At that time, when he saw Whitney's painful appearance, he said that he would never touch her again.

He called Blair and stammered. He was laughed at by Blair and was told that she would feel better if
applied such ointment.

The next day, Whitney accepted the mission and left.

He told Whitney that he would marry her when she returned.

He even ran excitedly to get marriage application and smiled at the captain like a fool, saying that he
wanted to get married.

Whitney was a second lieutenant and he was a lieutenant. According to the regulations, they were
allowed to get married.

The marriage application was authorized quickly. Fill felt that he was the happiest person in the world.

He took out all his savings and bought a house in Whitney's favorite city. He hired the best decoration
team to decorate the house on the basis of Whitney's favorite style. He even bought a car under
Whitney's name.

These were all betrothal gifts he planned to give Whitney.

He thought he would marry Whitney, but he didn't expect that he would see Whitney's corpse.

A sewn corpse.

Fill had not thought of this for a long time.

Ever since he avenged Whitney, he had buried this memory in his heart. No one could touch it.



But today, he recalled his memories himself.

It must be because of Ysabel.

Because of her, because of the tube of ointment.

Fill smoked the cigarette deeply, but he choked on himself and coughed.

Ysabel gloated and said, "It serves you right!"

Fill didn't care about her words or hatred.

He extinguished the cigarette with his finger.

The scalding temperature did not cause any emotional fluctuations in him, but his finger was already a
little red and swollen.

"Let me tell you a story."

Fill seemed to be in high spirits today.

It was completely different from the man who had forced her on the bed.

Ysabel didn't know what he had gotten up in his sleeve. She hurriedly said, "I don't want to listen to
stories. I just want to know who made the phone call just now. Was it my boyfriend Jarrod?"

Fill narrowed his eyes.

Jarrod?

The man who called was named Jarrod?



Fill did not say anything. Instead, he said indifferently, "What are you looking forward to? Expecting him
to save you? Stop dreaming. Although I have never seen him, I assure you that he does not love you.
He is merely using you to get close to me."

"Nonsense! Fill, a devil like you doesn't even know what love is. Why do you say that about Jarrod?
Unlike you, he's gentle and considerate. He's the best man in the world. You don't deserve to mention
his name. You should be torn into pieces and sent to hell!"

Ysabel was very excited.

No!

Jarrod loved her.

He personally told her that as long as she killed Fill, he would marry her.

If he didn't love her, how could he be so gentle to her?

Why would he want to marry her?

Therefore, Fill was saying nonsense!

Fill sneered and said, "I don't know love? Nonsense? Nine years ago, I was also a person who risked
everything for love."

After speaking, he laughed self-deprecatingly, but with bitterness and despair.

Ysabel was stunned by the despair on his face.

How?

Shouldn't love be beautiful?



How could he be so desperate?

"You..."

"Do you know Whitney?"

Fill turned around and looked straight at Ysabel.

Ysabel felt confused and asked, "Who is Whitney?"

She was actually a clumsy killer.

Fill even thought that she was not a killer at all.

If an assassin wanted to kill someone, he wouldn't be this unprepared, nor would he risk his life out of
passion.

Therefore, Fill was certain that Ysabel had been used by Jarrod.

This stupid woman had put herself in such a situation for the sake of so-called love. She was sad,
pitiful, but not innocent.

She was no longer a child. Everyone was responsible for what they had done.

Fill wanted to confirm if she knew Whitney, but from Ysabel's eyes, he only saw doubts and denials.

Jarrod said that she was Whitney's relative, but Ysabel said she didn't know who Whitney was. Who
was lying?

Fill had no idea.



He looked at Ysabel, who would be executed tomorrow. The face that looked like Whitney would fade
away from his life again. He felt hurt for no reason.

"Whitney was my girlfriend, my fiancée, and we were a sweet couple. Three years of love brought us
together, but she died before we got married. She died horribly. She was dismembered. When I saw
her, her corpse was sewn together. In order to avenge her, I gave up my job, my faith, and even my
conscience, completely selling myself to the devil. I killed those people. I didn't spare any of them who
bullied Whitney. I even let each of them experience Whitney's pain, letting them see how their hands
and feet leave their bodies with their own eyes. And my heart, my love and my conscience were
completely buried with that slaughter."

Fill said calmly, but Ysabel was frightened.

Her eyes were wide open and she suddenly found it difficult to breathe.

How dare she mess up with such a ruthless and terrifying man?

What would he do to her now?

A strong fear rose from her heart. Her face turned as pale as a piece of paper.


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