Chapter 163: Chapter 161: Heroine, Your Disfigured and Ugly Male Lead Has Arrived
Hearing his accusatory words,
Jocelyn Grant looked heartbroken.
"That’s not it... Silas, I had my reasons."
As she spoke, she thought of everything she had been through over the years, and tears instantly fell.
"Silas, I don’t have a ho anymore."
"Brother Hawthorne is dead."
"Brother Young and the others are dead too."
The people she loved had left her, one after another. It was a blow she could barely withstand. At this mont, all she wanted was a shoulder to lean on.
She walked forward and threw herself into Silas Stowe’s arms, her voice thick with sobs. "Silas, you’re all I have left now. Please don’t leave ..."
’Why has my life turned out this way? I can feel that this isn’t how things were supposed to be.’
Brother Hawthorne is dead, Brother Young and the others are dead too? Hearing this, the face beneath Silas Stowe’s mask twisted into a terrifying smile. ’Joce sure has a lot of "brothers,"’ he thought. ’But if they’re dead, they’re dead. People die in the Cultivation World every day. A few more or a few less makes no difference.’
Silas Stowe gently stroked her head. "Joce, it breaks my heart to see you like this. Don’t cry. Rest assured, we’ll never be separated again. I won’t ever let you cry again."
Jocelyn Grant: "Silas, it hurts so much, I’m in so much pain... What did I do wrong to deserve this? To just watch helplessly as the people I love, and the people who love , die one after another before my eyes."
Silas Stowe: "It’s alright, Joce. You still have ."
She stayed in his arms for a while before finally rembering her son. "Silas, where’s Ronan? Is he okay?" As she said this, her face filled with anguish. "I’m a terrible mother, leaving him for so long."
Silas Stowe: "Joce, it’s not your fault."
Silas Stowe’s arm wrapped around her waist. "Joce, you’ll be able to see him very soon."
Jocelyn Grant was visibly moved.
She hugged his waist.
"Silas, you’re so good to . Ronan is lucky to have you as an uncle. Thank you for taking care of him all this ti."
Silas Stowe said, "He’s doing well. His body has already recovered."
A flash of intense jealousy appeared in Silas Stowe’s eyes.
’She’s still so concerned about that half-dead kid. And the thought that the child is Joce’s with another man just infuriates .’
’Why can’t she have one with ? Yes, we can have one. After the child is born, I’ll refine Joce into a Puppet. That way, our family of three will never be separated again.’
’As for her son... I only took him in to lure Jocelyn Grant here. The kid’s life was hanging by a thread, sustained only by all sorts of Spiritual dicine.’
’I stopped giving him Spiritual dicine, thinking he wouldn’t make it. But I never expected that in his hunger, he would randomly eat the Poison Pills I was refining. He writhed on the ground in agony, vomiting blood until he passed out. Not only did he not die, but he miraculously recovered and woke up.’
’But without a Spirit Root, he’s just an ordinary person now.’
For a while now, Silas Stowe had been using him for alchemy and refining poison. The boy endured it all and even called him ’Master.’
’It’s hilarious.’
’He actually thinks I was the one who cured him. Hah. I didn’t kill him only because the kid is still useful for testing my dicines.’
Hearing that her son’s health had improved,
Jocelyn Grant’s face lit up with joy.
She grabbed Silas Stowe’s clothes. "Silas, is it true? Is Ronan’s body really better? Can he practice Cultivation now? How did you do it?"
’Cultivation?’
Silas Stowe didn’t say anything.
’With that body of his, he’s lucky to be alive, and he wants to practice Cultivation? A good-for-nothing without a Spirit Root, how could he possibly begin to cultivate?’
That’s what he thought, but what he said was, "I’m sorry, Joce. I was useless. I could only fight poison with poison to heal his body, but I couldn’t make him grow a Spirit Root."
Even so,
Jocelyn Grant was imnsely grateful.
"No, don’t say that. I know what Ronan’s condition was like. You must have gone to great lengths to cure him. Thank you, Silas."
’He’s treating Ronan like his own son. How can Silas be so foolish?’ Jocelyn Grant was moved by the depth of Silas’s feelings for her but didn’t know how to respond.
At that mont, both were lost in their own thoughts.
Especially Silas Stowe, whose face beneath the mask was twisted in a terrifying smile.
He had gone to great lengths? In truth, he hadn’t done a thing. It was just a fluke on the boy’s part.
"Silas, why are you so good to ?"
Jocelyn Grant leaned against his chest.
Silas Stowe reached out and held her. "Because I love you, Joce. I would do anything for you."
In that mont, Jocelyn Grant felt a sense of peace.
"Silas, we..."
"Don’t talk, Joce."
He said as he lifted her up, leaning close to her. "Joce, have a child with ."
Jocelyn Grant’s face turned red.
She playfully punched his shoulder. "Silas, what nonsense are you talking about? I’m your older sister. I only see you as a little brother. Put
down. How can we be together?"
Hearing this,
Silas Stowe’s hand tightened on her waist, and so began a Xianxia-style drama: a possessive lover, a twisted romance between an older woman and a younger man, and a love that would be taken by force.
"Little brother? Who wants to be your little brother? Joce, do you really not understand my feelings? You are mine, and no one is going to take you away from ."
As he spoke,
he swept Jocelyn Grant into his arms and flew away from the spot.
They returned to the cave from before, where he pushed Jocelyn Grant down onto the stone bed.
"Ow... Silas, calm down. We can’t do this."
Silas Stowe grabbed Jocelyn Grant’s hands.
"Joce, why can others have you, but I can’t? Can’t you just love
a little? I love you so much."
As he spoke, he took out a black silk ribbon, blindfolded her with it, and then used it to tie her hands.
"Silas, let
go..."
In that mont,
"I’m not letting you go, Joce."
As he said this, he used Magic to seal her Cultivation.
Silas Stowe’s hand lifted her chin.
"Joce, you’re still so beautiful. Do you know? I’ve waited for this day for so long. Even though I knew you had been with others, even though I knew how fickle you are, I still fell hopelessly in love with you."
He took off his mask, revealing a face covered in broken blood vessels and pockmarks.
But in Jocelyn Grant’s mind, she still pictured his handso, youthful appearance from the past, so she had no idea how ugly Silas Stowe had beco.
He kissed her.
She refused.
He embraced her.
She feigned resistance.
In the end, she gave in.
"Silas, if this is what you want... just this once."
In the dim cave, the two of them lost themselves in each other’s arms.
Jocelyn Grant thought, ’Maybe Brother Hawthorne and the others were just passing figures in my life. Perhaps Silas is the one I should cherish.’
’It’s fine, really. I like him too.’
「Two days later.」
Jocelyn Grant said with a hint of playful annoyance, "Silas, aren’t you going to release the seal and restore my Cultivation?"
Silas Stowe: "Not yet."
She guessed he was feeling insecure, afraid she would leave him.
"Don’t worry, I won’t leave you."
"Silas, I want to see you. Take this thing off my eyes."
The silk ribbon was sealed with Magic; she couldn’t take it off herself.
This ti, Silas Stowe didn’t refuse. In fact, he wanted to see. ’What will Joce’s reaction be when she sees what I look like now?’
’Didn’t she say she liked ?’
He waved his hand.
The silk ribbon covering Jocelyn Grant’s eyes fell away.
There was light.
She opened her eyes.
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