Dorothy’s hands trembled as she took off her casual jacket and revealed her lacy underwear. When her fingers landed on her lingerie, she stopped.
She could not do it. She could not reveal her entire body in front of Credence, like a completely shameless vixen.
“Why aren’t you continuing? Do you want me to take it off for you? Dorothy, don’t you know how little you matter to me?”
He was humiliating her.
He was humiliating her like there was no tomorrow!
A smile suddenly beamed from her face. At that moment, her heart and soul were all stained with colors of humiliation.
She looked up at Credence with hatred in her bloodshot eyes. She shouted coldly in a hoarse voice, “Credence, I have never known what it feels like to hate someone, but you are an exception. You’ve made me understand such a feeling.”
“Don’t you just want to f*ck me? Come on, at worst, I’ll just take it as being bitten by a perverted wolf! I believe that one day, you will regret everything you have done to me. However, I will never forgive you. I will watch you eat up all the pain and despair you’ve made me go through, all of it. I will make you live a life worse than death.”
Flames of fury surged from her scarlet eyes, causing her originally pale face to come back to life. She looked delicate and charming as she was erupting with shocking allure.
He never took his eyes away from her. He stared at her stunning eyes with his cold and long ones. Suddenly, an indescribable passionate and exciting feeling surged from within him.
She was such a strong and proud woman, so she must surely be fun when they were doing the deed.
“Are you deliberately pissing me off just so I’ll rail you sooner?”
Credence quickly placed down the wine glass that was still filled with wine. He walked towards Dorothy step-by-step. He started to smile wider, and the light in his eyes was shining brighter and brighter too. He looked back at her face, which was filled with hatred and anger. Holding her slender waist with one hand, he lifted her legs with the other, as if he had done this a million times.
“Nonsense! I’m not…”
Dorothy was so furious as she glared at the man who was on top of her. In the next instant, her chin was raised by a tough and strong hand. His thin lips covered hers without any hesitation, fiercely blocking her from breathing.
As she was trapped on the sofa by him, she could not move at all. She could not get rid of him no matter what she did. She finally realized what he wanted to do, and her face was filled with disbelief.
“Credence, what are you doing? Let go of me! Let me go right now!”
However, he was so deeply attracted to her, so how could he ever let go of her?
Credence lowered his head and took a vicious bite of her delicate collarbone. He only looked up again when he tasted blood from the tip of his tongue and felt her tremble from the pain. His smile was cold, and his voice too, “It’s supposed to hurt. How dare you try to plot against me?”
Had her lovely daughter not have leukemia and need the umbilical blood of a newborn child, how could she ever have the guts to plot against him?
He had only ever shown her cruelty and no mercy, so how could she tell him the truth?
She was even more afraid of that. She was afraid that once he knew that Belle was his daughter, he would definitely fight her for her custody, because he never wanted to see her live a good life and be happy.
She was weak and powerless against him.
How could she tell him anything at all?
Just as Dorothy was in extreme pain, Credence’s phone rang.
His face turned cold, and he stared at the screen of his phone. The words ‘Rosalie’ flashed on it. His tall and straight body suddenly stopped.
The ringtone rang in his ears, continuing to ring as he hesitated to answer it.
After that, he received a message, a dark picture with dim lighting.
Rosalie had taken a selfie. She was sitting on the bar counter, seemingly drunken and confused, her face flushed red.
A few hooligans with dyed hair were gathered together in the back of the photo, a spot she herself was unable to see. They were looking at Rosalie obscenely. Anyone could tell that they had bad intentions.
Credence stared at the photo that had just been sent over. He was deeply troubled as he was unsure of what to do next.
Although he had tried his best to restrain himself, emotions were still swirling in the depths of his pupils.
Credence was about to follow his instincts and mercilessly go down on Dorothy, but he had not even started yet. He was fueled with excitement, fanatical about her. However, he immediately put on his clothes and left, wanting to rush to the bar to bring the drunk Rosalie back.
Without giving it another thought, Credence quickly tidied up his clothes and reverted to his handsome appearance. He picked up his phone from the corner of the sofa, turned around and strode away in a hurry.
Dorothy felt fortunate to be able to escape this time, but she was not happy. On the contrary, she felt devastated.
Who else had the ability to summon Credence and make him leave when he was so aroused? Who else, but Rosalie?
…
In the bar.
Rosalie was drinking cocktails, one glass after another.
The more liquor she drank, the colder her eyes got. An icy glint flashed in her eyes.
Dorothy had been sent back to the guest room by Credence. What else could that mean?
It meant that although he had lost his memory, in the deepest parts of his subconscious mind, Dorothy was still the same. To Credence, there would always be a deep and shallow mark of her in his heart.
In time, he might really fall in love with Dorothy again, and he would completely forget about Rosalie too.
He had given her an engagement gift, which was a luxurious villa. She had renovated it and decorated the wedding room. In the master bedroom, there was a two-meter-wide European-style luxurious bed covered with red quilts and big pillows, a sign of her deep affection for him.
However, no matter how beautifully she decorated the room, it was no use.
He had only promised to marry her, but he did not love her. He did not even like her. He had never even given her a tender kiss, nor wanted her body, either. He had even stopped holding her hand and hugging her, too.
He had no idea that she wanted every piece of his body. She missed the times where he thought about her and gave her joy, missing it so much that she was going crazy.
Hence, on this day, Rosalie knew that Credence would definitely not let Dorothy off. Although she knew that she would be disturbing his plans, she still could not control her fiery jealousy and hatred. She went to the bar alone to indulge herself in drinking alcohol.
Only when she got drunk did she have the courage to call Credence, disturbing him.
Rosalie called him for a long time, but she felt a sharp pain in her heart when he did not pick up. She covered her face with her slender fingers to cover the wet tears in her eyes.
When she had calmed down, she took a glance at the several hooligans in the corner. She adjusted the best angle and took a selfie as she pretended to look sad and sent the photo to Credence.
Based on her understanding of him, she knew that once he saw her in such a state, he would definitely rush over and bring her home.
After all, she was still his fiancée in name. If she was violated by other men, he would be the ashamed one, and his reputation would be affected.
Sure enough, it did not take long for her to meet him in the bar.
Rosalie tilted her head and saw Credence’s extremely handsome face. Her heart, which had been filled with jealousy for most of the night, unknowingly became at ease and joyful.
She smiled at him in her tipsy state. “Credence, you’re here. That’s great. I’m not in a good mood today. Would you care to drink with me?”
After that, she lowered her eyelids to hide the frosty glint in her eyes.