Feel the Way You Feel, My Love

Chapter 1294

Chapter 1294 A Dying Wretch

Just let it be. I shan’t think about anything or do anything. I don’t want to fight for anything anymore. That’s enough. Let me take a breather.

She talked herself into following those thoughts, and true enough, she felt a lot more relieved.

But at the same time, she had the urge to free herself.

At a slow speed, Jacqueline painfully crawled toward the bathroom. It took her a long time before she finally reached the door.

Because her knees rubbed so hard against the floor, it scraped her skin and left a trail of blood behind her.

Nonetheless, she could not care less about that. She continued forward into the bathroom and stared intently at the mirror.

After a long time, she abruptly grabbed the bottle of shower gel beside the toilet bowl and hurled it at the mirror.

Clank!

With a loud crash, the mirror shattered into pieces.

Fragments of glass fell like raindrops, covering the entire floor. Some flew toward Jacqueline, pricking through her skin and leaving her with stinging pain.

However, she let it be and instead lay on the ground, reaching out her trembling hand and seemingly searching for something in those broken shards. All content is © N0velDrama.Org.

Naturally, the two bodyguards outside the room heard the commotion too.

“What’s happening? I think that sounds like something broke,” one of the bodyguards said. “Don’t tell me she’s breaking open the glass window in the bathroom to escape from there?”

The other bodyguard rolled his eyes at him. “Are you dumb? She’s crippled; how do you expect her to run away? She can’t even climb up the window. Besides, that window has been sealed since the beginning when she was locked up in here. Even if her legs get better, there’s no way she’ll be able to escape from the window. I bet it’s probably difficult for her to move around, and that’s why she accidentally broke it.”

“You have a point. But I better go in and check on her. We won’t be able to deal with the consequences if she dies in there.”

“Yeah, we should go in and take a look.”

Afraid that Jacqueline would get hurt and die after breaking some glass, the two bodyguards hastily rushed inside to check on the situation.

When they arrived at the bathroom, they were left in astonishment at the scene before them—the woman sprawled on the floor covered in glass fragments, her limbs and face full of cuts.

“What happened to you? What happened to this mirror?” The two bodyguards hurried in and pulled her out from the pile of glass shards.

It would spell trouble for them if any sharp fragment pierced through her body if she lay in there any longer.

Jacqueline only lowered her head without uttering a word.

Despite feeling the anger building up within them about how unresponsive she was, there was nothing the bodyguards could do except drag her out. Getting a response was too much to expect from her.

“Don’t you dare move!” They threw Jacqueline on the bed and headed back into the bathroom to clean up the mess.

As they were clearing the glass shards, they were grumbling and cursing about how she had only created more problems for them.

Hearing those unpleasant remarks made by the bodyguards, Jacqueline clenched her fists tightly. But she soon loosened her grip, pulled her shirt up, and reached in to grab something sharp out from under her shirt.

It was a piece of shard from the shattered mirror, which was triangular and approximately ten centimeters long, with one angle comparable to that of the tip of a knife.

The edges along that pointed tip were so sharp that as soon as Jacqueline ran her index finger across it, it left her a deep slit where blood began flowing out.

She put her index finger into her mouth and pursed it lightly. Then, she flipped a corner of her pillow and put that piece of glass shard under it. Following that, she shut her eyes tight and began dozing off to sleep.

When the bodyguards finished clearing the fragments and came out to see her sound asleep, they only grew more infuriated.

“That woman is so lucky. She smashes the mirror, yet she falls asleep while we’re cleaning up the mess for her.”

“Whatever, forget it. There’s no need to be calculating with a dying wretch. Let’s go.”

Having said that, they walked out of the room, one of them holding the cleaning tools and the other carrying those glass shards.

The moment they slammed the door close, Jacqueline abruptly opened her eyes and tightened her grip on the piece of glass she had hidden underneath her pillow.