The Billionaire Alpha’s Contract Lover

Chapter 655

In order to prevent Taya from taking her own

life, Amon had someone bring a chain and

bind her hands and feet to the bed.

The woman lying on the bed said nothing, showing no signs of vigor. She simply

looked out the window at the sea.

The ser vants who watched over her to

prevent her from ending herself didn’t know

what she was thinking, but they could see

her eyes continuously shedding dry tears…

She cried all the time, yet not a sound came

out, and the silence was so profound that

there was no trace of human breath.

This went on for a week. She refused to eat

or drink, seemingly determined to starve

herself to death.

Amon would not let her die. Nutrient

solution was constantly poured into her body, keeping her barely alive.

When George replaced the bottle of nutrient liquid, he noticed Taya’s empty eyes, and felt his heart

tremble violently.

He lifted his hand and waved it in front of

her, but she showed no reaction. He knew

that her eyes had lost their sight.

George quickly took out medicine to treat

her eyes from the medical kit and stuffed it

into her mouth, but she refused to swallow

it and even spat it out.

As George tried to persuade her, he saw her dragging the chain, turning her body towards the sea and

whispering softly.

“George, I just saw him come to me. Don’t

save me, please…”

Let her follow Griffon in this way…

George stood in front of the bed, looking at the woman who lay there silently,

and turned to ask Amon, who had been watching him.

“Are you happy torturing Rosalie’s sister like

this?”

Amon leaned back on the armchair,

supporting his left temple with one hand,

and looked up at George slowly and calmly.

“Your duty is to keep her alive, not to be a

mediator.”

George felt that Amon was crazy and unreasonable. “If this goes on, she will die.”

Amon was indifferent and replied, “Then feed her some medicine to make her go into

a coma!”

It would be so nice if she could just lay

quietly on the bed like before, without

crying or making a fuss…

George clenched his fists and was so angry that he didn’t want to say another word to

Amon. He picked up the medical kit and left.

After he left, Amon released his hand

supporting his head, stood up and walked

to Taya. He stared at her pale face and slightly furrowed his brows.

“Don’t forget, you still have to draw design sketches for your sister. With your eyes

blinded by tears, how are you going to

draw?”

The woman on the bed still had no

response, as if she couldn’t hear anything

he said.

For the past few days, she had been like a

dead person, except for talking to George

once or twice.

Amon looked at Taya, impatience all over

his face.

He grabbed her cheeks and pried open her mouth, then picked up the porridge on the table and poured

it into her mouth.

Taya choked on the porridge and coughed

violently, spilling it all over Amon’s fair back

of his hand.

He stared at the porridge on his hand, his

handsome eyebrows furrowing deeper and

deeper, but he suppressed his anger and

took out a tissue to wipe her mouth clean.

“If you want to die, I won’t stop you. But

before you die, you need to help your sister

complete the design drawings.”

“Also, you signed a contract with me, and

there are two more things that haven’t been

done yet, which need to be completed first.”

Taya turned her head away, avoiding close contact with him, and lay back on the bed, facing the sea

again, choosing to remain

silent.

He just wanted to prolong her life and make her live for her sister’s goal…

But for her, without Griffon, what was the

point of living?

Amon’s indifferent gaze fell on the petite

back facing him.

After staring at it for a while, he promised,

“As long as you finish these tasks, I’ll take

you back to our country.”

His expertise was in conditional exchange, but Taya had fallen for it a few times before

and now didn’t trust him at all.

Her silence made Amon impatient. He got

up and walked out of the room, his face

cold.

Two weeks later, the nutrients were no

longer sustaining Taya and she was gradually losing consciousness. Amon’s

expression grew more and more grim.

He sat by her bed, pinching her mouth and

trying to force her to drink something when

she suddenly grabbed his hand.

“Griffon, is that you?”

Trembling, she grabbed his hand tightly,

slowly opening his fingers and interlocking their fingers together.

“Why did you only come to pick me up now? Do you know I’ve been waiting for you every day, until I

couldn’t see anymore…”

Amon lowered his eyes and looked at the small hand holding his own. His expression changed slightly,

but he didn’t immediately

shake her off.

She followed his hand to touch his face, but

it seemed that she didn’t feel the sharply defined face from her memory, a hint of disappointment

flashed in her eyes.

“So it wasn’t him…”

She let go of his hand, lowered her eyes,

turned her body to the side, and buried her head in the blanket. It was just an illusion.

She thought, “You didn’t come to me in my dreams, and now you don’t come to pick me up. Have you

forgotten about me…”