Over the past three years, countless women had vied for his attention, seeking his favor. However, every time he saw those undressed or half-dressed women, he only felt disgust. Instead, the image that lingered in his mind was of that one night-the innocent look of the little white bunny. He remembered how her hair sprawled across the pristine bed sheets, her cheeks flushed and her lips, moistened by his kisses, as tempting as petals.
The mere thought of her body excited him.
He had waited for her return with great anticipation, only for her to dare say she had been with many men. Anger swelled within him.
Julian felt a surge of rage.
Aurora sensed she had provoked him. She tidied her slightly disheveled hair behind her ear.
“Sir, you’re not my only one, neither in the past nor now. I said I have another matter later, please stop the car.”
Julian’s body pressed closer. “Since you’ve made yourself dirty, it’s only natural that I clean you up.”
Aurora began to feel uneasy about his words. “What do you mean?”
“You’re a smart girl, how can you not understand what I’m saying?” Julian’s rage turned into a sinister smile.
That smile sent a chill down Aurora’s spine, a bad premonition sweeping across her heart.
The driver, sensing the mood, wisely stopped the car. “Sir, we have arrived. I’ll be off now.” He quickly fled the vehicle.
In the confined space, the distance between them was minimal. She hurriedly opened the car door to leave.
Julian did not stop her. They were on his territory now-where could she possibly escape to?
He stepped out of the car with elegant strides, watching the woman fleeing in panic, reminding him of their first encounter.
She had rushed into his arms in a panic back then, crying for him to save her. But that was at Montgomery Manor; today, they were at his villa. Now, it was his turn to chase her.
“Miss Montgomery, I don’t mind you running in that direction, but if you anger my little sweetheart, I can’t guarantee your safety,” he called out coolly.
Aurora glimpsed water ahead. A bad feeling passed through her again. What was in that water?
“Who is your little sweetheart?” She stopped to ask.
“My little sweetheart is just that-a four-legged, amphibious creature. Oh, and it could probably bite your head off in one go,” Julian whispered “gently” into her ear.
A chill ran down Aurora’s back. Did this freak keep a crocodile or some monsters?!
As she paused, Julian scooped her up and carried her towards the villa’s entrance.
“Let go, I can walk on my own,” Aurora struggled in his arms.
“Do you think you can escape from here? If you just can’t stay quietly by my side, I don’t mind feeding you to my little sweetheart. But rest assured, I’ll keep you in a cage away from it. My little sweetheart would guard the cage around the clock. If you want to experience something spicy, I could arrange that,” Julian threatened coldly.
Aurora shuddered at the thought, feeling like she was dealing with a ruthless mafia boss, a demon, not a normal CEO.
Seeing her now silent but furious, Julian felt pleased. It seemed she wasn’t as tough as she appeared. With just a little manipulation, he had her under his control.
“Wouldn’t it have been nice if you’d been a good girl from the start?” he murmured as he carried her back into the villa, where the maids greeted them with smiles. Julian headed directly to the room they had shared for three years.
He threw her onto the massive bed. Aurora looked around-the room was still the same as before.