MELTING MY CEO HEART - SEASON 2 EPISODE 88

As soon as Liz entered the door, Will could tell that something was wrong.

Ever since they had met Mr. Beson here, he had been hoping that the true ugliness of the society he was a part of would not be revealed, at least just yet.

If possible, he wanted to break it to her personally, while also assuring that she had nothing to worry about.

However, Will knew how bad it would be if she found out by herself.

He, himself had been disbelieving of it for a long time until he had seen it for himself, after which he had kept a considerable distance away from people like that.

That was why he was one of the few, if not the only ones in the uber-rich society who didn’t have any close friends of the same status.

Now, when he saw that Liz had a very stoic expression on her face, and judging by just how long it had taken her to return, Will could tell that she had found out somehow.

That ‘somehow’ was revealed a few moments later, when Melissa entered the room with bruises around her neck.

And clearly, he could tell that those were bruises caused by human hands.

Crap.

Panicking a little, Will turned toward Mr. Benson, whose face gotten red after noticing the marks around his wife’s neck.

His handsome face took an expression of rage, and the knife he had been holding in his hand to cut into the steak that had been served was shaking, as if he wanted to drive it into someone right now.

A tense silence pervaded the room, which was only punctured by Melissa’s heavy breathing on seeing Mr. Benson’s face.

Liz, on the other hand, seemed unperturbed, but she was keeping a close eye on Will, as if to see what he was going to do.

She had posited two ways in which this would play out: One, Mr. Benson would play it off as something casual, as it did not seem that he had any feelings for his wife at all.

Or two, he would make a big scene, at which point she was very interested to see what Will would do.

Clearly, the second was going to happen, so she kept an eye on her boyfriend, while still thinking about what Melissa had said.

Indeed, even though her line of thought had gone in that way and she had decided what she was going to do, she couldn’t deny that she had been affected by a little doubt.

Any woman would be, and although Liz was different in many aspects from the norm due to her childhood, she was still vulnerable to the tiny seed of doubt that would definitely spring up in such situations.

The continued life of that seed would completely depend on her boyfriend’s actions and words, so time would only tell what would come of it.

“Who?”

In a voice that could chew nails, Mr. Benson asked this, with a thick vein throbbing on his forehead.

He almost seemed like he was having a stroke, and if it weren’t for the eerily calm eyes that did not match at all with the ferocious expression on his face, Liz would have thought that they needed to call an ambulance.

When she was asked this, Melissa hesitated, as things were going in the worst possible path.

“I-I fe-”

“THE TRUTH!”

With a shout that startled Melissa and made her stagger backward to take support from the wall, Mr. Benson got up and focused his eyes on his wife, and now, Liz could observe that the anger had finally gotten to them.

The man really was holding the knife as if he would use it, and his eyes were that of a rabid dog, which only needed a target to attack.

Completely terrified, Melissa was no longer capable of rational thought. Without thinking, she raised a shaking finger and pointed it toward Liz.

Seeing this, Will frowned deeply, looking as if his worst suspicion had come true.

As Mr. Benson’s eyes shifted to Liz, he raised the knife and pointed it at her before saying, “You street-whore. You dare lay your wretched, filthy hands on MY WIFE? DO YOU THINK THE BENSON’S ARE LYING AROUND ON THE GROUND TO LET YOU WALK OVER THEM?! I’ll kill you! NO ONE WILL EVER FIND YOU! DIE!”

As if it were a scene straight out of a thriller movie, Mr. Benson shouted these words before turning over the table and rushing toward Liz.

Typically, if Liz were a normal woman, she would have been freaking out, or at least looking to run and hide behind something, or someone.

But not Liz.

From the way he was holding the knife to the speed of his movements, she could tell that he was an amateur who had killed before, but didn’t have any experience in it at all.

She had seen kids on the streets with better skills than that, and she had taken on multiple such people by herself.

So, instead of being scared or running, she just folded her arms, waiting for him to come to her.

This seemed to infuriate Mr. Benson further, as he was usually used to people being terrified whenever he was in a rage.

Utterly pissed off, he didn’t care for anything more and ran toward Liz, holding that knife aloft.

Melissa screamed on seeing this, but as the room was sound-proof, no one heard.

All the while, that smile on the bitch’s face angered him more and more, making Mr. Benson look forward to seeing the knife stabbing her.

He wasn’t new to giving in to his desire and doing what he wanted, because after all, he had the means to never be punished for anything.

With each step, his hunger for her blood grew, until a smile even appeared on his face with anticipation.

However, just when he was about to take that last step forward and plunge that knife into her chest, he felt a strong hand catch his arm that was holding the knife at his wrist, after he heard what he thought was a sigh.

At the same time, another arm caught his shirt and yanked him backward, before that same arm slammed into his chest and made him land on the ground with a loud ‘THUD’.

The next moment, his hand was bent backward painfully, until the knife he was holding was placed at his neck.

As he took a gulp, a cold voice floated into his ears.

“Touch a hair on her head, and you’ll curse the day you were born.”