Kapitel 181: His bottomline

When Abel reached the balcony, his expression was something no one had seen before. 

Anger. 

Even though he was an infamous tyrant, no one had truly seen Abel get angry. He would get annoyed, but not to the extent he would get angry. But Joaquin… this man pressed his bottom line just by existing.

"Stop whining." Abel tossed Joaquin against the railing, not giving him a chance as he raised his wounded palm to the latter's lips. "Drink. I can't let you die tonight."

Despite resisting Abel, he was strong and Joaquin never felt so powerless against an opponent. As Abel roughly pressed his palm against his lips, Joaquin couldn't stop the blood filling his mouth that slowly trickled down his throat.