Brian gasped for breath, sneering coldly, "You think you can stop me like this?" He shouted: "Jo..."
But Helen Blair had already guessed his intention to call for help. Before he could open his mouth, she pounced on him, covering his mouth with her hand to prevent him from making any noise. Brian kept retreating, with Helen pressing forward until they both fell onto the bed.
Brian lay down, and Helen was on top of him, with one hand tightly covering his mouth.
Helen, panting, glared at him fiercely, "Brian, I'm telling you, I don't want to spend another minute with you. I never liked your brother, and I certainly don't want to be with you now. If you dare to take me away, I will really kill you!"
Brian's face turned pale, cold sweat seeped from his forehead, and a painful expression slowly appeared on his face, his chest heaving violently.
Noticing that something was wrong with him, Helen slowly released her hand, "What happened to you?"