Chapter 638

Even risking his life, Richard refused to love another. How could outsiders interfere with such a love?

Kenneth covered his face, consumed by terrible regret and grief. “It’s my mistake,” he said. “I’ll bear the consequences. But I didn’t know the drug would be lethal. I didn’t want to hurt you; I only wanted to test your loyalty to Tiffany.”

Having seen the results, he felt he had no right to regret. “Richard, do it,” he whispered.

Richard was vengeful and ruthless. Kenneth knew anyone who offended him died, and he accepted his fate, closing his eyes to await death.

However, Richard, sitting elegantly on the sofa, showed no intention of killing him. Kenneth picked up a knife, intending to kill himself. But Richard kicked the knife away just as it neared his heart.

“I won’t kill you,” Richard said calmly, his words implying more. “And I will keep this secret.”

“Does Tiffany know?” Kenneth asked immediately.

“No.”

“Why are you helping me?” Kenneth asked awkwardly. “You know I like Tiffany.”

If Tiffany knew he’d poisoned Richard with the Double Love Poison, her forthright nature would ensure she hated him forever—a benefit to Richard. After all, no man tolerates another coveting his wife.

Richard smiled slightly. “I’m not helping you.”

“Then why?”

Richard replied, “Because she doesn’t want you to be the sinner.”

What did Richard gain by revealing the truth? Nothing. He simply didn’t want Tiffany to be disappointed or saddened. He remembered her deep sadness when James had hurt her, and he wouldn't let her suffer again.

Kenneth was stunned. He realized his inferiority to Richard in comparison to Tiffany. He smiled wryly, nodded after a moment, and said, “I understand.”

He would give up completely. His brief time with Tiffany wouldn't alter his decision to conceal his feelings.

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Richard raised an eyebrow, rising elegantly from the sofa. “Good.” It was late; he wanted to go home to Tiffany.

“Wait!” Kenneth called out.

As Richard reached the door, Kenneth stood, asking, “Richard, did you know I drugged you last night?” The question’s merit was irrelevant; he needed an answer.

Richard smiled softly, his thoughts hidden, and slowly turned. His handsome face was striking. “I did,” he said.

His words shocked Kenneth. “You knew? Why did you pretend and drink it?”

Kenneth, anxious, pursued Richard, but he left in his car for Luna Villa.

Watching the car go, Kenneth stood dazed, realizing the ridiculousness of his actions. He’d been meticulous, believing his actions flawless. He’d been pleased with his success, only to discover he’d been a fool, a mere puppet in Richard’s game. The disparity in power was stark; his efforts to catch up were futile. Richard was unreachable, a man on a cloud, while he remained below, forever looking up.

His attempt to compete with Richard was laughable. Shaking his head, he left Royal Bay. Dawn broke, the sun rising, illuminating the sky.

Tiffany awoke tiredly. Richard was beside her, smiling quietly. “Good morning, Mrs. Hampton,” he said.

His handsome face charmed her. She blinked, stunned for a moment. “Morning.” Remembering the previous night, she checked his pulse, surprised by its strength and steadiness. There was no sign of weakness after the blood transfusion; he was energetic.

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His face was elegant, exuding nobility and a relaxed air. He didn’t seem like a man who’d been poisoned.

“You recovered so quickly!” she exclaimed, shocked.

Richard leaned in, softly biting her ear. His voice was low, sexy, and seductive. “If you’d given me my due last night, I’d have recovered faster.”

'Benefits? What's that?' she thought. Remembering, her face flushed. She shrank back, embarrassed, expecting him to make a move. Instead, he gently patted her head, smiling.

“Tired? Want to sleep more?” he asked.

He wanted to be intimate, especially with her in his arms. However, remembering her exhaustion from the blood transfusion, he couldn't bear to tire her further.

Tiffany felt energized, a surge of potent spiritual energy filling her. She tentatively asked, “Maybe we can…?”