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She was afraid of falling and didn’t dare to move.
He carried her into the bedroom.
Terrence booked the presidential suite, with a bedroom alone
measuring over two hundred square meters.
The facilities inside were fully equipped.
He sat down on the sofa and didn’t let go of Bethany.
He held her tightly in his arms, as if cradling a child.
The cold and proud handsome eyes stared at her intently, “I
remember you said you wanted to talk to me before, but we
never had that conversation. Today happens to be a good
opportunity, so let’s have a proper talk.”
He wanted to settle the score with her. He wondered where
exactly he had done wrong to her. With all the ups and downs,
it had been days of constant turmoil, leaving him extremely
stressed.
Bethany had long stopped wanting to talk.
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What is there to talk about?
She thought it was her guess, misunderstanding.
In no time, he took Krista on a business trip, with Emery
secretly joining them without her knowledge.
The legal husband’s heart was filled with Krista.
Her biological son disliked her because she was mute. He
wanted to acknowledge Krista as his mother and referred to her
as a nanny in front of the nurse.
What hope could she still have for them, father and son.
She just wanted a divorce.
I left them early and far away, to live my last half year on my
Own.
Bethany’s face was stubborn, her gestures were chaotic,
“There’s nothing to talk about.”
Bethany’s waist was suddenly gripped by Terrence’s large hand.
She stiffened for a moment, her body almost trembling
uncontrollably.
His fist smashed into his chest.
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Soft and fluffy.
No strength.
Terrence’s eyebrows arched mischievously as he grasped the
hand that she had swung at him, his voice husky, “Intentionally
seducing me?”
It was really maddening.
She was angry.
Did he not understand?
Recently, he seemed to have entered a mating season–like state.
Annoying.
He brought her hand to his chest, with deep eyes, lowered head,
chin pressed against her neck, and a scorching breath.
His thin lips, close to her ear, spoke in a low voice that only the
two of them could hear…
“Don’t hang me like this, it’s uncomfortable…”
Thin and cool lips touched her neck.
Bethany gave a start, pressing her hands against his chest with
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force, trying to push him away.
All her resistance, in Terrence’s eyes, was a mix of reluctance
and acceptance.
He grabbed her wrist and pinned both of her hands above her
head.
It was not difficult to make her compromise without struggling.
He had a way.
Terrence had a gentle look, but his underlying strength couldn’t
be hidden.
Bethany saw a dark tide surging in his eyes.
She shook her head hard. This time, they returned to the room
and he locked all the doors outside.
If he wanted to do something.
She couldn’t escape at all.
She was so anxious that tears were about to come out.
Moist eye corners, pink and red, I saw and pitied.
Terrence endured for a long time, reluctant to restrain himself.
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But he did not have a penchant for bullying women. On the
contrary, he valued quality and naturally provided her with
enough tenderness to soothe her fears.
At that moment, Krista took the room key and opened the door,
only to find it was locked from the inside.
She furrowed her brows and immediately pressed the doorbell.
Ding dong – Ding dong – Ding dong –
The doorbell rang continuously.
The urgent doorbell sound made Terrence have to let go of
Bethany.
He furrowed his brows, his handsome face cold and composed,
meticulously tidying up his clothes before leaving.
Bethany sat down slowly, tugged at her disheveled clothes that
Terrence had messed up. He always ignored her wishes.
Terrence went out and opened the door.
It was Krista.
Terrence’s handsome flawless face was covered with a layer of
cold white frost.
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“Anything wrong?”
The man’s voice carried a slight coolness.
Krista noticed that he seemed to be in a bad mood, pursed her
lips, and apologetically said, “Did I… disturb you? Sorry, my suitcase is in your room.”
In the morning, when they went to the exhibition, Terrence had
to pick up the car. She brought her luggage with her and.
specifically placed it in Terrence’s bedroom.
Terrence caught sight of Krista’s suitcase, and his cold, stern
face softened slightly. He approached and pulled the suitcase
over, pushing it in front of Krista.
He didn’t even have the intention to keep her…
There was a sadness in Krista’s heart.
Terrence was neatly dressed, but there were still some wrinkles
that hadn’t been smoothed out. His thick black hair, which was
usually meticulously combed, had a few strands that were
disheveled.
