The Restrained Rose Is Surrounded By Brambles

My breath grew shallow, and my eyes subconsciously turned red.

"Oliver Adams, do you love me that much? But I was just a passer-by in your life. I'm not worth lingering over."

Suddenly, Oliver's face darkened, and he looked as if he wanted to devour me whole.

Recognizing that expression from his boxing matches, I realized he was truly angry.

Fear gripped me, and I instinctively tried to flee, but he forcefully pressed my chin down, forcing me to look at him. "I'll ask you again, who is he?"

I resisted. "Let me go."

Seeing that I was so stubborn for a man, Oliver laughed in anger, his face growing increasingly twisted.

He pulled me onto the bed and looked down at me. "I won't let you have it easy."

Oliver had insatiable sexual needs and seemingly boundless energy.

Angered, I took a step back and shouted, "You're already with Lamia. You're betraying her!"

Oliver looked at me with utter indifference, yet he did not advance further. Instead, he reached for a camera on the bedside table and remarked, "But didn't you also betray him?"

I never expected Oliver to become so crazy three years later.

Filled with anger, I was about to reach for the camera when he pushed me back onto the bed.

"Let me remind you that you willingly came to sleep with me. It won't be so simple for you to leave," he said.

He then put away the camera with disdain, picked up his clothes from the floor, and left the hotel room.

Clutching the blanket tightly against my chest, I helplessly watched his departing figure.

I had never anticipated things would take such a turn.

To be precise, I had underestimated Oliver's madness.

He was a man consumed by desires and violence, and since retiring from professional boxing, that fierce hostility had been simmering within him.

Day after day, year after year, he had waited for this moment to explode.