Fated to the Cursed Lycan Prince by Dark Knight
Chapter 442 The Unlucky Guy Who Got Poisoned
Harry’s POV:
My body felt too heavy to move. My limbs felt like they were being pressed into the earth by a boulder. Even my eyelids seemed too heavy to lift.
It was as if my soul was about to separate from my body while I tried to get up. My breath grew heavier and harder.
I could only recall that I had gotten swept away by the water current and bumped into something along the way that made me ch*oke, rendering me motionless.
I was practically doomed. As my consciousness slowly drifted away, I vaguely saw a pet*ite figure grab my hand and drag me ashore.
My lungs were filled with water, which made it impossible for me to breathe. I thought I was going to d*ie of suffocation.
Swimming was one of my strengths, but I never expected my own sK*lls to fail me one day.
Just when I thought I was about to d*ie, I felt something soft press on my lips and blow air into my mouth.
My chest rose up, and my eyes shot open. I saw John’s face up close and was startled. I coughed out violently the water that I had swallowed. With no expression on her face, John wiped her mouth and watched me.
I hurried to my feet and clutched onto my clothes. “What were you doing?”
But as soon as I heard my voice, I wanted to slap my voice. Why did my manly voice turn squeaky?
John stood up and approached. “You saved me just like that before. What are you so scared of? Now we’re even.”
“No… Bullsh*t! That was different!” Shivering, I stepped away from her. “Don’t get any closer to me!”
John refused to listen and walked toward me. “What do you mean that was different? We just both saved each other’s lives.”
“Oh, there’s a big difference, alright! For one, I thought you were just a regular guy cla*s*smate!” I shouted at her. The image of her lips against mine made me feel uneasy, like ants crawling all over my body.
John finally stopped two steps away from me and chuckled.
This made me even angrier. “How can you laugh? I’m furious! Who would have ever thought that my own roommate was actually a she-wolf and a K*ller who tried to f*uc*king K*ll me?!”
That terrible night flashed through my mind again. I opened my eyes one midnight and found a knife to my neck.
If I hadn’t repeatedly promised John to never reveal her true ident*ity and her plan to sneak into the school with an ulterior motive, I would have been long dead.
But now, I didn’t think I was much different from a dead werewolf anyway.
John even f0rced me to ingest poison that night, saying that she would provide the antidote after she fulfilled her task.
What if she didn’t fulfill her task? I would have d*ied.
From then on, John had watched over me day and night. I felt that I had lost any form of privacy. I couldn’t even eat my fried chicken in secret anymore.
“Do you know how hard it was for me? Do you think I even wanted to know about your secret? If I could just lose that memory by hitting my head against a wall, I would have done that!” I pulled my collar down to show her my heart. “Can’t you just let me go, John? I promise I won’t rat you out. Don’t you know what kind of werewolf I am?”
While I was rambling, John interrupted me.
“Joanna. That’s my real name.”