Lying in this bed, memories of that night three years ago came flooding back. Although she hadn’t refused him that night, so much had happened.
How could Aurora, whose heart was utterly broken, possibly find any joy?
All that was left in her heart was a desire for revenge!
Thinking of his wild actions that night, Aurora’s face turned pale; it’d been three years, and the sheets hadn’t been changed in all these three years.
Seeing the change in her expression, he slowly approached her. “It seems you remembered something,” he said casually, ripping off his tie.
Julian was an exceptionally handsome man, and even the simple act of pulling off his tie could captivate many women.
Instinctively sensing danger, Aurora hurriedly got out of bed, but before her feet could touch the ground, Julian blocked her path.
“What are you trying to do?” she asked somewhat helplessly.
“Didn’t you say you were dirty? I just want to clean you up,” he said with a smile that did not reach his eyes.
“I’ve been with other guys; no water can clean me now. Please, let me go,” she pleaded softly.
Julian gently caressed her cheek, “Why not? I will use my body to wash away every trace of other men on you.
She had been with over a hundred men? What’s the problem?
Even if she did it once with each of those men, that makes over a hundred times.
If they did it three times a night, it could all be done in a month. He would be more than willing to give her a month to forget everything; he wanted her heart to have only him!
Hearing his words, Aurora felt even colder, now deeply regretting her earlier reckless words that had provoked him.
But what’s said is like water spilled; how could she have known this man would play out of turn?
She had dug herself into a pit, and even if she retracted her words now, he probably wouldn’t believe her.
“I’ve told you before, you helped me once, and I repaid you with my body. We were even then; why do you have to do this to me?”
“Don’t forget, you agreed to stay by my side,” Julian said word by word.
He would never forget the day he received a call from Aurora fleeing the country, feeling like a beloved pet had suddenly run away.
Her body had been given to him; in Julian’s mind, she was his possession, and he had not allowed her to leave! How dare she run!
“We never settled anything; how are we even?” he said coldly with a smirk, carrying Aurora straight to the bathroom.
Aurora was thrown into the bathtub. She tried to escape, but how could she match a man’s strength?
A cold cascade of water poured down, soaking her completely, her dress clinging tightly to her body, perfectly outlining her figure.
“Julian Barnet, have you gone mad?” Aurora’s makeup was ruined, and she wiped her face, asking hysterically.
“Isn’t it what you said? ‘We bathe before we do it,'” he replied with a smile, throwing her own words back at her from their time in the hotel.
Aurora deeply suspected this man was avenging the past bullying, “Will you undress yourself, or shall I help you?”
His gaze wandered over her body, and Aurora quickly covered her chest with her hands.
“It seems you still won’t cooperate with me; I’ll have to do it myself,” he said, reaching for the zipper of her dress.
“You are a pervert!!!” Aurora struggled in vain as he began to tear at her dress.