Her Marriage: The Night is Still Young-Chapter 191: I Hope You’re Capable Enough

Josephine Thompson struggled violently in Nathaniel Gallagher’s embrace, her nails nearly digging into the flesh under his robe. "Let go of me! Nathaniel Gallagher, you madman!"

Nathaniel held tighter, wet with dangerous aggression and attack, "You forced me to do this."

"I wanted to be a good man, but you had to awaken the demon in my heart."

"Since being nice doesn’t work, let’s just be the villain all the way..."

He lowered his head and kissed her viciously.

"Ugh ugh..."

Her jaw was suddenly struck hard.

Josephine Thompson used all her strength to lift her face, numbing his tongue with the impact.

Seizing the moment when his grip loosened.

She bent down quickly, stumbled, and slipped under his arm.

"Bang--"

She backed into the dressing table, causing the perfume bottle on top to fall and shatter on the ground.

"Don’t touch me."

Josephine Thompson steadied herself by holding onto the dressing table, fragile yet resolute, "If you want to use Grandpa to force me? Nathaniel Gallagher, remember this, you will only make me hate you more."

Nathaniel touched his bruised chin, the teasing look in his eyes disappeared, replaced by an unfathomable shadow.

"Hate me? You actually hate me? Ha ha ha... ha ha ha..." He laughed maniacally and obsessively, and his strong body swayed slightly.

He had never sincerely been good to anyone.

Not even Eleanor Churchill.

Initially, it was all because of interests.

It was only because she sacrificed so much for him later that he was finally moved.

Josephine Thompson was much luckier and happier than her.

Although there was exploitation.

But she didn’t have to give her all like Eleanor to win his heart.

Josephine Thompson felt her scalp tingle in fear, backing even further, "Don’t come any closer, don’t force me, don’t make me hate you!"

The turmoil and fragmentation in Nathaniel’s eyes surged, and he cursed through clenched teeth, "Ha! You ungrateful thing."

"You ungrateful, ignorant woman, you who doesn’t know danger... I really hate you so much I want to strangle you."

Just the thought of the scene where she put the child in a gift box and sent it to him.

He really felt like strangling her.

If it were anyone else.

He would personally send them to hell.

"You owe me my child."

After speaking.

He rushed forward in a fit of rage, grabbing her like an eagle snatching a chick.

"Ah ah... let go, let go..."

Nathaniel lifted her slim waist and tossed her onto the bed, "Compared to the harm you’ve done to me and the cruelty you’ve shown to the child. I’m just sleeping with you, is that considered cruel?"

"Josephine Thompson, when you give birth to the child is when I’ll let your grandpa go."

"Ugh." Josephine was thrown into a dizzying stupor, her mind blank.

The next second.

The thin silk nightgown was torn open.

He rose ruthlessly like a devil, paying no heed.

"Mmm..."

Her breathing grew chaotic.

She trembled in pain.

Old wounds not yet healed, now new ones added.

Each time after biting her, seeing her covered with bruises, he couldn’t help but feel heartache.

Yet each time he couldn’t resist wanting to bite her to vent his anger.

He couldn’t bear to kill her.

Only by letting her endure some physical pain could he alleviate the hatred in his heart.

...

The whole night.

His furious plunder and possession of her entire being.

To prevent injuring her.

He deliberately controlled his anger.

Ensuring she was not at ease, but also not too severely harmed.

After the final time.

She was completely unconscious.

The next day.

Josephine Thompson was still in a deep sleep.

Nathaniel Gallagher had already gotten up.

He had been in Zarathos for several days, having not returned Eleanor Churchill’s call.

The assistant carefully handed over the phone, "President Gallagher, the madam called again, would you like to take it?"

"...Hmm, give me the phone."

"Okay."

Nathaniel Gallagher took the phone, draped in his robe, and slowly walked outside, "Hello, Eleanor."

On the other end, Eleanor Churchill’s voice was gentle and caring, "Darling, what are you doing now?"

"...Hmm, just discussing business."

"Is the business going well?"

"Not bad."

"When will you come back?"

"It might take a few more days, why? Did you miss me?"

Eleanor Churchill: "I miss you, too. You’ve been gone for a week."

Nathaniel Gallagher: "Hmm, I miss you too. If the business goes well, I’ll be back next week."

"Alright, take care of yourself."

"You too, is Henny behaving?"

"He’s behaving well, but he misses you too."

Nathaniel Gallagher listened, his voice gentle, "I miss you and the child too."

"Really?"

"Of course, it’s true."

"Henny is on summer break, I was thinking of taking him to see you."

Nathaniel Gallagher frowned upon hearing this, instinctively glancing at Josephine Thompson inside, "No, it’s too busy with business lately, can’t even take care of myself, if you come, it’ll get even more chaotic..."

Eleanor Churchill: "It won’t. I’m just taking Henny on a trip; you can continue your work."

"Uh... that..." Nathaniel hesitated to speak, his mind racing.

Half a year of marriage.

He treated Eleanor Churchill very well, very considerately.

Everything she wanted, he provided.

However...

One cannot deceive their own heart.

His goodness to her was out of duty, gratitude, and repayment.

But not love.

He didn’t want to hurt her, yet he couldn’t completely let go of Josephine Thompson.

In his heart, in his subconscious, Josephine Thompson was still his wife.

Seeing her openly in love with Julian Grant.

He really couldn’t bear it; he really couldn’t accept it.

Therefore, he pervertedly imprisoned her, making her his own.

He knew he shouldn’t do this.

But he couldn’t control his own actions.

On the other end, Eleanor Churchill’s voice sank, "What’s wrong? Don’t you want Henny and me to come over?"

Nathaniel Gallagher’s fingers gripping the phone tightened abruptly, the hot winds on the balcony blowing against his face couldn’t dispel the irritation between his brows.

He glanced at the direction of the bedroom.

The bed lay the lifeless Josephine Thompson, like a secret that couldn’t see the light of day.

"It’s not that I don’t want you to."

He softened his tone, trying to sound more natural, "It’s just that the weather here is too hot, and the project work is hectic. I’m afraid if you come, you might get unwell and not rest properly."

Eleanor Churchill was silent for a few seconds, her voice as light as a feather, "But Henny says he misses daddy. He even drew a picture yesterday, saying he wants to show it to you."

Nathaniel Gallagher’s Adam’s apple bobbed, his heart uneasy.

"Wait for me to get back."

He suppressed that odd feeling, his tone turning gentle once more, "I’ll take him to the amusement park and buy him the biggest Transformer, okay?"

There was a muffled laughter from the child on the other end, roughly indicating that Henny had leaned close to the receiver.

Eleanor Churchill’s voice held a slight tinge of disappointment, "...If that’s the case, then forget it."

"When I return, I’ll bring you and Henny gifts. The next time I come to Zarathos, I’ll definitely bring you and Henny along!"

"Alright, take care of yourself, and look after your health!"

"You too."

The two chatted on the phone, reminding each other.

In the bedroom.

Josephine Thompson groggily woke up.

The pain all over her body made her almost unable to move.

Yet she still struggled to get up.

Through the floor-to-ceiling window.

She saw Nathaniel Gallagher holding the phone, smiling warmly as he talked.

His face held a gentle and affectionate smile.

Without a doubt, he must be on the phone with Eleanor Churchill again.

In an instant.

All her hatred and anger surged to the forefront.

She truly wanted to kill him.

A noble person can be killed but not humiliated.

He could kill her, but he couldn’t humiliate her.

He knew she had an emotional purity, knew she couldn’t accept a third party, and wouldn’t allow herself to become a third party.

Yet he still wanted to break her principles, trample on her dignity.

He truly deserved to die.

Josephine Thompson leaned against the wall, slowly moving to the window, her icy fingers pressed against the glass.

The sunlight clearly illuminated Nathaniel Gallagher’s profile.

The arch of his raised eyebrow, the slowed tone of his speech, were all gentleness she had never seen before.

She remembered last night’s moment when he gripped her chin, his eyes red as he asked, "You owe me my child."

Remembered him tossing her on the bed, saying, "Give birth to the child, and I’ll free your grandfather." Her heart felt as if something was lodged in it, suffocatingly painful.

Nathaniel Gallagher hung up the phone and turned, coincidentally meeting her gaze inside the room.

Hatred reddened her eyes.

In the brief glance.

There was no weapon inside the room.

Only a crystal ashtray the size of a plate, incredibly heavy.

If she used all her strength to smash it on his head, it would send him straight to heaven.

At that moment.

He was entirely focused on his phone call.

It was the perfect opportunity to deliver a deadly blow.

Josephine Thompson hesitated for a few seconds, then immediately took the ashtray into her hand.

Then.

She searched everywhere for the remote to open the glass wall.

Nathaniel Gallagher had just gone out, not expecting her to be awake.

So he inadvertently left the remote at the bedside.

Josephine Thompson picked up the remote and pressed the switch towards the glass wall.

"Whoosh."

The glass wall slowly rose.

Nathaniel Gallagher was still talking to Eleanor Churchill, completely unaware that the glass wall behind him was rising.

A little later.

Josephine Thompson, holding the ashtray in anger, walked out silently.

The sunlight was so bright it was hard to keep one’s eyes open.

The white lion by the pool suddenly raised its head, its amber eyes fixated on her. Its mane flared in the wind, producing a low whimper from its throat.

Josephine Thompson’s heart was already filled with hatred.

She just wanted to kill Nathaniel Gallagher, completely forgetting about the lion outside.

One step, two steps...

She stealthily approached Nathaniel Gallagher from behind, using all her strength to smash him on the head.

As long as she hit.

Even if he didn’t die, she could take half his life.

At the critical moment.

Seeing the plan about to succeed.

"Roar—"

The lion was startled, suddenly leaping up from the ground, its massive body rushing forward with a gust of foul wind.

"Ah—" Josephine Thompson was caught off guard, knocked down to the ground.

She could almost see its sharp fangs, causing her to scream in fear and instinctively curl up her body.

Seeing she was about to perish under the lion’s jaws.

Nathaniel Gallagher snapped back to reality, immediately rushing over, shouting angrily, "Get lost!"

He grabbed the lion-taming metal cane nearby and struck it hard on the lion’s back.

The lion, in pain, let out a roar but didn’t release its grip.

Its claws had already scratched Josephine Thompson’s arm, blood instantly seeping out.

"Ugh..."

"Seeking death!" Nathaniel Gallagher’s eyes turned red as he tore the lion’s collar back fiercely, while his other hand tightly protected Josephine Thompson in his arms.

The lion, enraged.

It turned to lunge at Nathaniel Gallagher, its fangs grazing his arm as it bit down, leaving deep, bone-visible scratches.

"President Gallagher!" The assistant and the animal trainer hurried over with bodyguards, aiming tranquilizer guns at the lion.

"Don’t shoot!" Nathaniel Gallagher shouted.

He pushed Josephine Thompson to the bodyguards, gripping the cane himself, confronting the lion, "Caesar, back down!"

The lion seemed to understand, pacing irritably on the spot, but didn’t lunge again.

Nathaniel Gallagher panted heavily, the blood from his arm dripping from his fingertips to the ground, but he didn’t glance at it, only fiercely staring at Josephine Thompson who was protected by the bodyguards.

Her face was pale.

The wound on her arm was still bleeding, her eyes half filled with fear, half with disbelief.

Nathaniel Gallagher suddenly laughed, his laughter infused with a harsh, bloody malice: "What? Not scared stiff?"

He walked over step by step, ignoring his bleeding arm, reaching out to pinch her chin, "Now you know who can protect you?"

Josephine Thompson turned away, her voice trembling uncontrollably: "I don’t need..."

"Don’t need?"

He leaned down, his forehead pressing against hers, his breath scorching, "Who was just scared to the point of almost wetting themselves? Josephine Thompson, remember, on this island, the only person who can keep you alive is me."

His blood dripped onto her collarbone like a scorching branding iron.

Josephine Thompson stared at the scar on his arm, suddenly speechless.

Sunlight fell on their intertwined shadows.

For the first time, she discovered that in this madman’s eyes, besides obsession and possession, there was also a trace of panic she couldn’t understand.

Nathaniel Gallagher’s arm was still bleeding, staining the sleeves of his black robe red, yet he seemed unaware, his fingers still firmly pinching Josephine Thompson’s chin, his gaze drilling into her very core.

"President Gallagher, your wound..." The assistant rushed over carrying a medical kit, his face pale.

The lion, restrained by two trainers with iron chains, still growled lowly, its amber eyes fixated on Josephine Thompson, as if holding a grudge against this intruder who angered its master.

Nathaniel Gallagher ignored the assistant and focused solely on Josephine Thompson: "Speak."

Josephine Thompson’s arm burned painfully, the blood at the wound having already coagulated into dark red scabs.

But she feared his gaze even more.

It surged with anger, fear, and a trace of nervousness she dared not delve into.

"Let go of me." She gritted her teeth, her voice still trembling, yet carrying more resolve than before.

Nathaniel Gallagher abruptly released her as if burned. He stepped back, lowered his head to look at his bleeding arm, his throat churning several times before suddenly turning to his assistant and saying, "Take her to have the wound treated."

After speaking.

As he stood, his figure swayed slightly.

He was hurt worse.

"President Gallagher, your wound is more serious."

"Quickly call a doctor."

Nathaniel Gallagher’s eyes revealed a touch of melancholy, seeing the ashtray by her side, instantly realizing the situation.

She had just wanted to kill him.

This heartless woman... truly heartless.

"President Gallagher, your wound needs immediate suturing."

"Also, you must get tetanus and rabies vaccines."

Nathaniel Gallagher looked dejected, "Don’t worry about me, treat her wound first."

"Oh, oh, first carry Miss Thompson into the house."

Josephine Thompson’s heart felt dead, her body ached but her heart hurt even more, "Nathaniel Gallagher, don’t think I’ll be grateful."

"I hate you, I’ll never forgive you. You better kill me, otherwise, if I get the chance, I’ll definitely kill you..."

Nathaniel Gallagher replied dismissively, "Hmph ~ I hope you have the ability."