"Are you hurt?"
The hand around her waist seemed to be aggressively plundered.
"Honey, you will feel better soon."
She was forced to look at him, but his eyes were full of gentleness even if he was still angry.
Hypocrisy and tenderness were two of his usual tricks.
How could she be moved?
As she put on her hands on his shoulder, she felt her body become lighter and lighter, and her vision
became blurred.
After that, he took her to the bathroom.
When he held her and kissed her in the shower, she felt powerless, but her eyes were cold and
rejective.
"Carlos, do you know what you just did? Violence! "
She couldn't say a word anymore. Carlos held her in his arms, but suddenly laughed wickedly and
coldly.
"Celia, what are you talking about? Do you know what force is? "
He held her up and smiled even more evilly.
Celia Ling only had one boyfriend, Ron, in the past few years.
Others had been together for many times and were quite close.
But for Ron. She felt uncomfortable. He wanted to kiss her, but she refused him for various reasons
sometimes.
Celia Ling even had a strong aversion to getting along with men, especially intimate ones.
She remembered that Christmas night, when her classmates were drinking together, she was a little
tipsy, as if she was carried to bed.
Then, when she opened her eyes again, what she was scared of happened. She saw that Ron was
kissing her.
Ron was not as gentle as usual. The heavy breath of his kiss smelled like a strong sexual sense, which
frightened Celia.
Only a kiss was enough to make her completely unbearable.
She began to push him away and beat him. Without hesitation, she picked up whatever she could get
and threw them at him.
Looking at the trembling Celia, Ron finally let go of her.
Later, when he gently touched her forehead, she pushed him away.
Such an action of rejection stunned not only Ron, but also Celia.
She had never thought that she would reject him so much.
However, people's instinct was like this, and her body rejected the touch of this man.
Later, they were still a couple, but they only seemed to be a nominal couple.
After getting along with each other for such a long time, their intimacy was only limited to kissing
forehead, holding hands and hugging.
Celia was also bothered by such situation. She even wondered if she was ill.
It seemed that she could not be his normal girlfriend.
Until she met Carlos...
After endless tangles, she seemed to get rid of the initial rejection. Even if she was rejected mentally,
her body could not help doing that.
After hearing his words, she couldn't help saying.
"Carlos, I will sue you!"
Although the girl's voice was soft and delicate because of the pain.
But Carlos knew that what she said was true. The way she looked at him was so cold. She was not
joking with him, nor was she a coward who would reject him.
She wanted to sue him.
Moreover, in the extreme mood, she changed a more unpleasant word, saying that it was rape.
After looking for her for three days and three nights, he looked everywhere in the suburb of the city
center.
In the end, he found his wife in the house of the man called Ron.
Everything was so ironic.
Was she going back to find that crippled man?
All this time, he connived at her. She wanted to help the Mo consortium, and he did something.
He would promise her whatever she wanted.
Because "returning to life after death" was a gift from the God to him.
Did she really know that when she died, he had a mental illness? Since he was still a young man, only
she had been in his heart. It was so obsessive for her that he had a morbid obsession with her.
It seemed that he could do anything she wanted.
However, after his wife disappeared for three days and nights without any reason, not only did she give
him a divorce agreement, no matter cold or cruel. He suppressed his anger towards her, and had sex
with her to please her. However...
How could he still be so calm?
His little wife knew how to hurt a man's heart.
He embraced her again and asked her with a cold and handsome face.
"Celia, do you know what the real violence is?"
The long and rough finger with callus rushed to her again. Celia seemed to suddenly realize what he
was going to do, and she started to struggle wildly.
However, she was shackled by the man who held her tightly. It was hard for her to move again, and her
struggle became weaker.
He lowered his head and kissed her. Burning kisses made Celia feel disgusted and fearful.
Unlike before, now, Carlos no longer cared about her resistance and her wishes.
But he didn't have sex with her, nor did he do anything else.
Only a hoarse voice, like a demon from the hell, "can't you really feel nothing about joy? Huh? "
Celia was stunned. From the man's action, she knew what was wrong.
Closing her eyes, she fell into despair completely.
It seemed that her words completely irritated Carlos. From the Mo Clan to the late night, and finally to
the early morning.
He took the divorce agreement that Celia drew up from a lawyer and leafed through the pages.
Finally, the more he looked at it, the more annoyed he felt. So he fumbled for a cigarette from the
coffee table in the living room, held it in his mouth and lit it on the terrace with a lighter.
Grace came in with a first aid kit.
Looking up, and seeing the master on the terrace, she was slightly shocked.
In the early morning, Carlos was standing by the French window of the first floor, with a cigarette
between his fingers. Surrounded by the smoke, his handsome face was especially gorgeous. And he
became indescribably sexy after he just quit from the lovemaking.
Carlos' eyes darkened.
The divorce agreement on the terrace table was refreshing by the night wind.
Smoking, Carlos seemed to have realized something. He suddenly sneered in a sarcastic tone.
In the first quarter of the moon, the moon was cold and chilly. The night wind raised a corner of his
shirt, revealing the ferocious scratch on the side of his waist. There was a wound on the arm that had
rolled up the sleeves that was still soaked in blood, obviously just a bite mark.
Grace didn't come forward. She could feel Master's loneliness, just like what happened when she first
came here.
His mood was so low.
It seemed that others didn't need to feel it on purpose but they can feel it.
Finally, she sighed, put down the medical kit, and then walked away.
On the table of the terrace.
The lawyer's letter was divided into two copies. On the divorce agreement, there was a signature: Celia
Ling.
Frowning, Carlos ignited the pages until they were vanished.
62fb1bb41dcb31934bd49bda