Cora looked at June with mixed feelings and scoffed, "June, do you know what’s the biggest difference
between Zachariah and you? He’s more charming, and he has a way with women. But you, you’re no
match for him. Yes, I hate him, but that also means I’ll never forget him, while you can only get my
body, but never my heart, because I’ll never fall in love with you."
Suddenly, June’s eyes darkened. Then he gave a sneer and whispered in her ear, "Honey, you’re a
hopeless case, but I like it when you’re being naughty. I love to conquer a woman who shrugs me off."
Cora grabbed his collar to make him bend over to her, saying provocatively against his lips, "Show me
how obsessed you are with a hopeless case like me."
June’s lips curved into a seductive smile. He slipped his arms around her waist and said in a low voice,
"I’ll treat you the way how Zachariah treated you just now. I’ll erase all the traces he left all over you,
and you’ll belong only to me."
Cora, however, stared coldly at him. "June, just so the record is kept straight, if you can’t destroy
Zachariah, I’ll make you pay a terrible price for it. I’ll let you know you can never mess with women,"
Cora warned June.
June, nevertheless, responded with a kiss on her lips before he took off her clothes with one hand.
Suddenly, his eyes darkened as he saw the bruises all over her body, and the next moment, he threw
himself down on her like a wild beast, giving a long, hard thrust into her body.
Having had sex while drugged with Zachariah for a few hours before, Cora was already worn out, and
now she was just like clay in his hands as June was being so rude to her in bed. When he finally pulled
away from her body, she was already in a trance.
June stroked her sweaty cheek and said, "Honey, I’m so obsessed with you. As long as you’re with me,
I’ll guarantee you a glorious life."
Cora said nothing, panting. When she finally recovered a little, she looked away and whispered, "I’m
exhausted. You can fuck off now."
A dangerous glint flashing in his eyes, June pinched her chin and said, "Honey, a woman should show
weakness from time to time so that a man will like her more."
Cora slapped his hand away and growled in disgust, "Fuck off!"
June bit her on the shoulder hard and roared, "Honey, don’t forget that you’re my pet now. Have you
ever seen a pet ask its owner to fuck off?"
"You’re a perv, June," Cora said through clenched teeth.
"Don’t tell me you just found that out after all these years we’ve known each other." June didn’t deny it.
He drew closer to her, seized her hands and pressed his lips against hers, starting again.
At dawn, the sun rose. Panting, Zachariah stopped in front of a tall building and asked Morgan and the
others, who were running over to him, "Have you found Mrs. Chambers?"
Morgan shook his head. "Boss, we’ve used all our connections to search through the city, but Mrs.
Chambers is still nowhere to be seen. Has she gone home?"
It was getting light now. Having searched for five or six hours, the group of people were tired, and they
couldn’t just continue searching aimlessly. If Ophelia decided to hide herself, Zachariah could never
find her, but he believed she was bound to show up again, even if she didn’t want to see him for now,
because she must be missing Tommy, and she would definitely appear someday.
"You may go back now," said Zachariah.
Admittedly, Zachariah could have sent two bodyguards to protect Ophelia secretly, but he had
promised her before that he wouldn’t do so without her permission, so he didn’t know her whereabouts.
Zachariah always kept his word because he didn’t want to let her down.
Zachariah went to a restaurant to have breakfast. Sitting in the chair, he looked blankly at the growing
number of pedestrians on the street. Just as he was in a daze, his phone rang. He picked it up and saw
it was from Ophelia. At that moment, he was so excited that the phone almost slipped from his hand,
and it took him several times to press the answer button properly.
"Is that you, Ophelia? Don’t hang up on me. Let me explain, OK? What happened between Cora and I
isn’t what it seems. She and I…" Zachariah explained nervously and anxiously.
"Where are you, Zachariah? I’ll head over there now. Let’s have a good talk." Ophelia interrupted him
and came straight to the point.
Zachariah’s heart jumped into his throat. In fact, he was scared when Ophelia got exceptionally calm,
because it was a sign that their marriage was in trouble.
Zachariah told her his whereabouts nervously.
"Wait for me, and I’ll be right there." Ophelia hung up as soon as she finished her words.
Zachariah scratched his head fretfully staring at the dark screen.
Madeleine drove Ophelia over to the meeting place. Before Ophelia got off the car, Madeleine asked,
"Are you OK on your own? Do you want me to go with you?"
Ophelia shook her head and replied, "Madeleine, get something to eat if you’re hungry. I want to sort
out our problem myself. As for what happened, I owe him an apology, because I take advantage of him
and make him guilty so that I can get what I want. I wonder if he’ll hate me when he learns the truth
someday, but it doesn’t matter anymore, but I still hope he’ll never learn the truth." Because truth hurt.
"Be careful. Call me if there’s anything."
Ophelia nodded. She got off the car, took a deep breath and walked into a fancy hotel, as if she was
treading on the path leading to the end of their marriage. Each step of hers was extraordinarily heavy. If
possible, she wished she could be on the way forever and never walk in.
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