The Man Who Burned Me Alive in My Past Life Was Also Reborn Novel by Fitzgerald Mitchell

I broke free from his embrace, holding his hand, and I started to cry pitifully. I’d watched a lot of TV dramas, so I could act convincingly.

“John, you know I don’t have any male friends, and now that my dad is so sick, I really don’t know what to do.”

John wiped my tears lovingly. “Oh, don’t cry, you have me, don’t worry.”

I nodded, pouting, “Yeah, you’re the only one I have.”

John felt very flattered. He felt like a savior, and his face was filled with a look of enjoyment. I continued to chatter about my family, like how if my dad passed away, I might have to sell the house in my hometown and bring Mom to live with me, and about Mom’s retirement salary and the money Dad left for me. I was subtly trying to tempt him, letting him know I had some assets.

After hearing me talk, John smiled even brighter. He was definitely thinking about how to get me quickly, and at the same time, he was also scheming about how to be with me while also making Lily work for him.

If he could control two women at the same time, that would be both exciting and a testament to his charm.

Looking at his lecherous and smug smile, I knew he already thought of me as his prize.

So, while he was still dizzy, I quickly grabbed two beers from the table, one for him, one for me. I coaxed him, “John, come on, have a drink with me, I’m not feeling good.”Exclusive © material by Nô(/v)elDrama.Org.

I said it in a sweet, pleading voice. If John was just a little more rational, he’d think about my attitude toward him in the past and how different it was today. Even a fool could see there was something fishy.

But he was so full of himself, believing he was charming. After all, how else could he attract Lily, someone who wasn’t asking for anything and was practically throwing herself at him for free?

John smiled, glanced at the bed behind me, and then at the beer in his hand. He got even more excited and grabbed the beer, gulping it down in one go.

Even if I had poisoned him instead of giving him sleeping pills, I don’t think he’d hesitate.

These narcissistic men think all the women in the world will fall for them.

After drinking, John started getting restless. His big hand started to roam around on my leg. I pushed him away, but he shook his head and then fell onto the bed, passing out instantly.

I stripped him naked, looked at his slightly protruding beer belly, and couldn’t help but laugh. This guy, with his eight-pack abs, he really was a perfect match for Lily.

Then I took off my shirt and got into bed, took a picture of myself and John, and sent it to Lily. With Lily’s love-struck brain, even if she was reborn ten times, she wouldn’t be able to control herself when she saw this!

When I was done, I wiped my hands with a wet wipe and looked at John, sleeping soundly like a pig, and I smirked. Lily, even if you don’t die, I’ll drive you crazy.