The Male Leads Are Trapped in My House

Chapter 290

Thud—Smack.

I rolled across the dirt floor once and hastily dodged away. Arthur’s fist slammed into the spot where I had just been. The impact was so powerful that the ground caved in deeply.

Haa, haa.

Gasping for breath, I barely had a moment before Arthur’s next punch landed squarely on my cheek, slamming me into the ground.

Thud—

It hurt like hell. I was genuinely worried that my cheekbone might have fractured.

Suddenly, the whole situation pissed me off.

Why the hell am I here right now?

Why am I taking all these hits from Arthur, suffering through this ridiculous struggle?

Should I just cut my losses and get out?

Nox had already succeeded in developing the cure. That meant we had achieved the main objective of infiltrating Westmore.

All that was left was to kill Duke Lancaster. There was no real reason for me to be dealing with Arthur like this anymore.

I felt bad for Kellyan, sure, but if I told him I did it to survive? That in this chaos, saving Arthur was simply impossible? Wouldn’t he understand?

The sheer ruthlessness of my own thoughts made my stomach churn.

As I struggled to suppress the rising turmoil inside me, a thought suddenly surfaced in my mind.

Those who absorbed Springborne water always suffered side effects, whether they liked it or not. Mine was berserking. Ezra’s was endless sleep.

So then, what was Arthur’s?

Wham.

Arthur’s kick landed in my abdomen, sending me skidding across the dirt and slamming into the arena fence.

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