She looked dazed, tears welling up in her eyes, then her shoulders started to shake. She cried, but no sound ca out. I admit, at that mont, my heart ached.
She rolled up her sleeves, revealing the bruises on her wrists. Then, using a wet tissue, she wiped off the concealer on her neck, exposing the scabbed nail marks. She then lifted her skirt, revealing bruises on her thighs. In that mont, I had no impure thoughts in my heart.
Finally, she unzipped the back of her dress, revealing scars of different intensities on her back and ribs.
"I’ll fucking kill that scumbag! I’ll make him pay!"
I let out a low growl, feeling anger welling up in my heart, almost overwhelming. She swiftly took hold of my arm. "Don’t be angry. I’m feeling much better now."
I took a deep breath, quelling the anger in my heart, softly touching her wounds. "Does it hurt a lot?"
She shook her head, tears falling silently. "It doesn’t hurt after you touch it."
I gently wiped away her tears. "I will never allow you to be hard again."
"Co, lie down obediently. I’ll help massage you." Before I arrived, I purchased so dication from the pharmacy to improve blood circulation and eliminate blood stasis.
"Mmm," She nodded and lay down on the bed, a few bruises visible on her smooth, jade-like back.
"How did that scumbag hurt you?"
She buried her head in the pillow, answering, "Sotis with punches and kicks, sotis grabbing whatever he could to hit ."
"He frequently socializes, gets drunk, and becos aggressive when intoxicated, directing his anger towards . He ntioned enjoying it when I pleaded for rcy: as long as I cried and begged, he would stop. But why should I have to beg for rcy? I didn’t do anything wrong!"
I suddenly felt very sad. No wonder she cried silently, without a sound.
"He’s the one goofing up at the office, but then he’s accusing of cheating, all paranoid that I’m saring his na. Each ti, he’s on my case, pushing to know if I’ve crossed him in any way."
She laughed, but her laughter was tinged with sadness. "Isn’t it absurd? On one hand, he suspects of wrongdoing, on the other, he expects to accompany important clients for him. When I decline, he becos violent and forces . How can I allow him to dictate my actions?"
My heart ached. I never realized she had endured such hardships in the past.
"Finally, at that ti, he beat to the point of hospitalization, and I reached my breaking point. I began gathering evidence of his dostic violence and infidelity, which ultimately led to our divorce," she recounted.
As I applied the dicine to her hands, I felt a lump in my throat, unable to speak or swallow.
"Did you know that before I t you, I would ignore people’s greetings? It feels like fate. I sense a special connection with you."
I rubbed my hands together before placing them on her back, eliciting a soft moan as I started the massage.
"It may be a bit painful at first."
"Hmm."
She made a slightly pained yet sowhat pleasurable sound in her throat.
"Do you think fate destined two people to be together?" she asked.
I asked. "Do you trust ?"
"Of course!" she said.
"Then, can you trust with yourself?"
"If I do not trust you, would I co?"
"Then tell , what’s the scumbag’s na and where does he work?"
She fell silent suddenly, obviously not wanting to talk.
I sighed. "Does he still harass you often?"
I refrained from pressing further.
"No, he doesn’t dare!" she said. "But he often harasses my parents. He wants to remarry!"
"What do you think about that?"
"He’s delusional. Daydreaming!" Jessica snorted coldly. "I’ll be a widow for life; there’s no way I’ll remarry him."
She breathed a sigh of relief and added, "Moreover, now that I have you, it’s even more unlikely. One can’t make the sa mistake twice."
I didn’t say anything, gently massaging her, her moans becoming louder. Once her back felt better, I had her turn over. Her purple lace top clung tightly to her, as if it might burst at any mont.
I almost wanted to bury my face in it.
We had seen everything we should have seen in the video call so there was no need to be shy.
I gently massaged her ribs; the more challenging it was, the more I had to endure.
Then it was her thighs. Honestly, I almost couldn’t resist; it was just too tempting.
Because we were so close, I could see everything clearly.
Suddenly, she wrapped her arms around my neck as I sat on the bed. Her breath was sweet as she whispered, "Honey, thank you!" Whenever she was emotional, she would affectionately refer to as honey.
Before I could respond, she drew closer. In that instant, my mind was overwheld.
I actually kissed Jessica.
This was Jessica Lawrence!
Her full, sensual lips were elastic, with her agile tongue darting out and exploring recklessly in my personal space.
As she continued to passionately kiss , I felt a mont of overwhelming intensity.
Our lips intertwined, carrying her intoxicating scent. The blood in my veins was already restless, and now it seed to be boiling.
She seed unable to hold back any longer, her hands in my hair murmuring, "Honey, honey... I want.."
I was already feeling uncomfortable with the restraint, and her words made it even harder to resist.
To do or not to do?
It was a dilemma for . If I went through with it, everything that followed would spiral out of control. Was it for imdiate gratification or for the future?
I had to make a choice. After much deliberation, I made the tough decision to hold back. I raised my head and said with difficulty. "Jessica, I can’t be with you right now. You’re not ready, and I haven’t helped you overco the influence of that scumbag yet!"
Jessica gasped. "Honey. I... I don’t want to see you suffer like this."
’Damn, what do you an I’m suffering? Clearly, you’re the one who can’t hold back!’
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