"Are you... alright?" Felix Finch’s eyes were red-rimd.
Natalie Morgan was pale, but she smiled and shook her head. "Felix, I’m fine. Don’t worry."
"Claire told what happened to you," he said softly.
Natalie Morgan nodded slightly. "Felix, I’m so grateful that you agreed to help ."
Natalie Morgan had always been polite and formal with Felix Finch, keeping a respectful distance.
For so reason, a pang of discomfort tightened the man’s chest. "There’s no need for gratitude. What Theodore did was completely out of line, but... it seems there’s nothing any of us can do."
"He’ll never change."
Selfish, cold, and domineering—that was Theodore Grant’s default state.
In his world, he wouldn’t allow anyone under his control to stray from the path he’d set.
He had more than enough ways to make anyone who displeased him wish they were dead.
Felix Finch had grown up with Theodore Grant.
He knew him well.
"You’re pregnant now. If you need anything, you can call ." Felix Finch handed Natalie Morgan a brand-new phone. "This is a new number."
Ever since Theodore Grant had taken her phone, she had lost all contact with the outside world.
This phone couldn’t have co at a better ti.
"Thank you, Felix."
"Don’t worry about what’s happening outside. Just wait until..."
Before Felix Finch could finish, the door swung open from the outside...
Theodore Grant strode in.
His expression was composed, but a chilling smile played on his lips. He raised his leg and kicked Felix Finch.
Caught completely off guard, Felix Finch went flying, chair and all.
"Theodore Grant, why did you hit him?" Natalie Morgan scrambled to her feet to help Felix Finch, but Theodore grabbed her by the wrist and yanked her in front of him. "Mrs. Grant, even locked in a ntal asylum, you still have to cheat, is that it?"
"Which one of your eyes saw cheating?" Her own eyes were red as she furrowed her brow. "If you’re sick, go see a doctor. Stop being so paranoid all the ti."
"Then tell , why is he here?" He snatched up the phone Felix Finch had just given her, his eyes bloodshot. "And tell , what is this phone for?"
Natalie Morgan couldn’t explain. Her pupils contracted almost imperceptibly.
Theodore Grant looked down at the man on the floor clutching his chest and issued a warning. "If there’s a next ti, I guarantee the Finch Family will disappear from Riverden."
Natalie Morgan was dragged and shoved into the car.
Theodore Grant’s expression was grim.
He loosened the buttons at his collar, shook his head, and slowly turned around. His bloodshot eyes stared viciously at the woman as he asked, enunciating each word, "How many tis?"
Natalie Morgan didn’t want to answer.
She turned her face away.
He gripped her chin, forcing her to face him. A disquieting chill seeped from his dark, gloomy eyes.
"I’m asking you a question, Natalie Morgan. You’d better not provoke ."
"What do you want to say?"
Her voice was cold, her gaze shifting away almost imperceptibly.
Theodore Grant took this as a sign of guilt.
The pressure from his fingertips was enough to nearly shatter her jaw.
Wincing in pain, Natalie Morgan t the man’s gaze. "Theodore Grant, you’re about to get engaged to Wanda Lynch, so why won’t you just leave alone? You don’t even love , so why bother with all this?"
"So?" His face suddenly drew near, so close that his angry breaths fell on the tip of her nose. "Mrs. Grant can just do whatever she pleases?"
"You’ve already locked in a ntal asylum. What exactly can I do as I please? What reckless things could I possibly do?"
In her light, distant gaze, there was not only dissatisfaction with Theodore Grant, but also an almost heartless disregard.
Every emotion she showed expressed one thing: all she felt for him now was hatred.
He hated that look in her eyes.
Almost without thinking, he kissed her lips.
She woodenly accepted his tempestuous kiss.
She didn’t respond.
So he forced her to.
He pried open her teeth and bit the tip of her tongue.
Natalie Morgan raised her hand and slapped him. With a calm expression, she lifted her fingertips and gently wiped the blood from her lips.
She was silent, her gaze cold.
The slap seed to have knocked the fight right out of him.
Leaning back against the car seat, the corner of his mouth curved into a self-deprecating smile, though he didn’t know what he was smiling about.
"Natalie Morgan, go ask around Riverden. Which woman would dare to hit ? How many tis have you hit now?" His voice was tinged with an indescribably complex emotion.
"You can hit back," she said, unconcerned.
He chuckled. ’Does she think I don’t dare hit back, or that I can’t bear to lay a hand on her?’
Silence fell in the car once more, with only the quiet hum of the air conditioner.
The car pulled into the Grant Residence.
Without another word, Theodore Grant hoisted Natalie Morgan over his shoulder. His posture was resolute and domineering, as if the entire world were beneath his feet.
Dressed in a hospital gown, the woman looked exceptionally frail.
Her face was pale and her eyes were squeezed shut. Like a wilting flower, she was thrown harshly onto the large bed.
Shattered.
"Theodore Grant, you can’t touch right now." She backed away step by step until she had nowhere left to go, pinned forcefully by Theodore Grant. "Can’t touch you? Then give one reason why I can’t."
"I’m on my... period," she said, her voice lacking conviction.
"Oh?" He scoffed. ’As if I’d believe her nonsense.’ "Then I’ll have to check."
He reached out to pull at her hospital pants, but she grabbed his wrist, her eyes trembling. "Theodore Grant, can you please not do this? Can you consider my feelings for once? Isn’t having Wanda Lynch enough for you? She’s all better now, she can satisfy you."
His breathing grew heavier. He sneered, "Natalie Morgan, are you overthinking things? Whether Wanda Lynch can satisfy or not has no bearing on whether I’m going to sleep with you."
’I know all about his stamina. His desires are strong—sotis multiple tis a day. But I’m pregnant now, and he’s never gentle. If I let him have his way, can this baby be saved?’
"If you really need to..." ’I can satisfy him in other ways.’ "...I can..."
Her eyes trembling, she pointed to her own lips.
As long as it didn’t hurt her baby, she was willing to endure this humiliation.
Theodore Grant was starting to find her baffling.
He gripped her chin, his gaze roaming over her delicate little face. "Natalie Morgan, tell , are you hiding so kind of unspeakable secret?"
"I really am... on my period."
The man chuckled.
He pushed her away, lay flat on the large bed, and took a deep breath.
"Co here. Kiss ."
She complied.
She crawled over to his side and went to kiss his lips. His lips were burning hot, and she could even feel that he was already... losing control.
"We’ve kissed so many tis, and you still haven’t learned a thing?"
He rolled over, pinning her beneath him. He cupped her chin and kissed her.
His tongue forcefully parted her teeth, tangling with hers impatiently.
Little by little, he fed his desire and scorching breath into her mouth.
Her small hands pressed against his chest, terrified that he would lose control and just do it.
The heavy air filled with a charged, ambiguous atmosphere.
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