The Heiress Spoiled by Four Brothers and One Devilish CEO-Chapter 170 Would You Die With Me, If I Asked?

Chapter 170: Chapter 170 Would You Die With Me, If I Asked?

The car pulled up in front of Dreamscape Manor. Just as Megan was about to get out, Karl suddenly grabbed her arm.

He stared at her with a smirk. "Don’t forget—be back by midnight. Or I’ll make him bleed to death right in front of you."

Megan jerked her arm free and flung the door open, not even sparing him a glance as she ran straight toward the ornate iron gate.

She paused in front of it, silent for a moment, then took out her phone and made a call.

"Tristan, I’m back."

Moments later, someone came sprinting out of the villa.

Her chest tightened painfully as she saw him, and her eyes instantly blurred with tears.

As the gate swung open, Megan ran straight into his arms like she had no second thoughts. Tristan pulled her in like he’d never let go again.

He lowered his head and kissed her fiercely. Every ounce of restraint they’d both held back until now completely shattered. Megan clung to him, just as desperate, just as hungry for every second. It was messy, intense, like a firestorm they were both consumed in.

Not far off, inside a parked car, a pair of cold, deadly eyes fixated on the couple locked in an all-consuming kiss. His hands curled into tight fists.

"Drive."

The car slowly disappeared into the shadows.

"I missed you like crazy," Tristan whispered against her ear, voice low and trembling. "I damn near lost my mind."

Megan cradled his face with both hands. He looked drawn, his jaw rough with stubble. Her voice shook. "You’ve lost weight..."

"You’re back. That’s all I care about." He didn’t wait another second, scooping her up and carrying her inside.

Mrs. Jones burst into tears when she saw her. "Ma’am, thank goodness! You’re home!"

Zeta Prime and Nova Tech were just as thrilled, tails wagging madly.

Tristan took the stairs two steps at a time, carrying her into their bedroom and kicking the door shut behind them.

They fell onto the bed together. Tristan braced himself on either side of her, his eyes locked on hers—gentle, aching with emotion.

He kissed her, slow and soft. But then a sharp pain stabbed through his chest. He frowned, his face tensing.

Megan cupped his head carefully. "Idiot... that’s the Lover’s Link sorcery worm. How could you be so reckless?"

He smiled, even through the pain. "If it’s for you, I don’t care what I have to endure... Did he let you come back to say goodbye to me?"

Her fingers brushed against his cheek, featherlight. "Would you die with me, if I asked?"

"You silly girl, of course I would. But more than that... I need you to live."

She pressed a fingertip to his lips. "Without you, what’s the point? I’ve got a secret I never told you."

"What is it?"

"I was reborn, Tristan."

His brows drew together; he didn’t quite follow.

She went on, her voice steadier now. "Last life, I ran away from you... and Molly, Wyatt—they locked me up. Broke my arm, cut out my tongue. I was dying, and you came... You tried to save me, but in the end, you died for me. After that, I came back—woke up on the day I started starving myself. That’s why I changed so much."

"So... I came back too? But why don’t I remember anything?"

"Because it wasn’t an accident. Karl’s the one pulling the strings. He built that time-travel machine, messed with everything—reset it all. He wiped your memory clean. His plan was to take me away the day before our engagement, erase my mind too. But something went wrong. Time glitched, and dumped us here... half a year later, the day I stopped eating."Megan gave Tristan’s firm chest a gentle push, motioning for him to get up. He sat up and helped her to her feet.

She pulled out a tiny bottle from the pocket of her black wool coat. Inside, a small white bug squirmed. "Do you trust me?"

"Always."

She rushed to the closet, grabbed the first aid kit, and took out a small blade. Holding his inner wrist, she made a small cut, then opened the bottle and tipped the bug out.

They watched as it slowly crawled into the wound and disappeared inside, moving up his arm through the veins.

"What is that?"

Megan turned her wrist to show him. "’Lover’s Link’ sorcery worm. Our lives are connected. If you die, I die within ten minutes."

"No!" Tristan tore open his shirt, frantically looking for a trace of the sorcery worm. "Where did it go?"

Megan tapped his chest with her finger. "It’s in your heart. Just like the other one is in mine. Tristan, I can’t stand by and watch you die. If I can’t save you, I’ll go with you."

"How do we get rid of it?" he grasped her shoulders, his voice urgent.

"There’s no cure. The Heartbound Sorcery Wormis a symbol of loyalty and unbreakable love." She leaned against his chest, listening to his heartbeat. "You’re going to be a dad, Tristan."

Tristan froze. "Was it that time?"

"I haven’t gotten my period, and I’ve been feeling nauseous." Megan looked up at him. "I didn’t come to say goodbye today. I’ll be back as soon as I get the antidote, I promise."

He pulled her into his arms, brushing her tears away with a kiss. "What am I supposed to do with you? I’d rather die myself, how could you gamble your life like this?"

She wiped the hot tears from his cheeks that burned her skin and her heart. "Because I love you."

He held her tight, and after a long moment, he gently let go and cupped her face. "Come on, I want to show you your birthday present."

He scooped her up in his arms and carried her downstairs, out of the villa, across the lawn to the sunken area.

As they descended the steps, colorful lights turned on.

This time, she finally saw the entire space—it was a sunken garden filled with roses of every color.

Tristan set her down gently. "You like it?"

"I love it. Everything from you, I love." Megan covered her mouth, tears falling freely.

Leading her to the champagne-colored roses, Tristan bent down to pick one, then walked over to the gardening tools, grabbed scissors, and clipped off the thorns before tucking it behind her ear.

"My little Megan is always the most beautiful."

She wrapped her arms around him. "Nothing will tear us apart. Not even death."

Time ticked by. At exactly midnight, Megan’s phone buzzed.

"I have to go. Wait for me—I’ll be back soon."

Tristan didn’t want to let her go, but with the sorcery worminside her, once his own sorcery worm attacked, she’d die too.

Part of him hated himself for believing her a moment ago.

He walked her to the gate. She turned and hugged him. "Trust me, honey. If you can’t make it, the baby and I are going with you."

She gave him a soft smile, then turned and walked toward the black Bentley parked at the roadside.

"Megan."

She looked back. "I love you."

Tristan clenched his fists, overwhelmed by a kind of despair he’d never known. A violent cough racked him, the bitter taste of blood rising in his throat.