Chloe Simpson sneered coldly, "Ha, since I’ve already got HIV, sooner or later I’ll die anyway, whether it’s from starvation or illness, what’s the difference?"
From a young age, she had always been optimistic, never imagining that one day she would be this way, breaking down completely.
"Because of the wild night we had, do you really want to die that much?"
Alexander Johnson, seeing Chloe in this state, naturally assud it was because of last night’s events.
Before last night, she wasn’t like this.
After the chaos of last night, she woke up like this in the morning.
She really couldn’t accept being with him?!
Thinking of this, Alexander recalled Chloe’s warm deanor whenever she was with that bastard Lucas Hughes.
In an instant, the rage in Alexander’s heart surged and bubbled uncontrollably.
Without waiting for Chloe to respond, Alexander rushed forward, grabbed her hand, and pinned her to the bed.
"If the man last night had been Lucas Hughes, would you still be like this?"
"Of course not, Lucas is my husband, being with him is legitimate."
Chloe, for so reason, as if instinctively wanting to oppose Alexander, retorted sharply.
"Fine, very good! Chloe, then I shall see if you really have the guts to die! Isn’t that what you want? Huh! I’ll let you die properly beneath !"
Alexander looked at Chloe’s face, twisted with pain, and her eyes filled with a stubborn determination to resist him, and he lost his composure out of anger.
He reached out and tore the loosely hanging shirt from Chloe’s body with rough aggression.
Soon, another shocking mark appeared on Chloe’s body.
"Hiss!"
The pain caused Chloe to draw a sharp breath, but she gritted her teeth and endured, refusing to make a sound.
Alexander’s eyes were bloodshot, oblivious to anything else, continuing his actions.
Unlike last night’s teasing, today Alexander was like an enraged beast, each move more forceful than the last.
Chloe remained underneath Alexander, offering no resistance nor uttering a sound, letting him have his way.
Like a lamb driven to despair, having lost all hope, she closed her eyes, waiting for death.
Yet the more Chloe didn’t resist, her face filled with determination, the more furious Alexander beca, each action was more forceful.
But eventually, as he felt Chloe’s body trembling continuously, he finally halted his every action.
Her trembling body and familiar face were almost the sa as it was years ago in that dark, damp cellar.
Alexander’s heart suddenly softened.
Ha, ultimately, he still couldn’t go that far...
"Ah!"
Alexander shouted, smashing his fist onto the bed’s headboard.
With a loud "bang," he punched a hole into the wooden headboard.
The splintered wood bit into his skin.
Chloe’s body shook fiercely, instinctively becoming rigid.
When she felt Alexander hit the bedpost and saw him get off her, she opened her eyes.
All she saw was Alexander’s hands, dripping blood continuously.
Chloe stared at the falling red droplets, montarily stunned.
At this mont, the sound of high heels and many footsteps suddenly ca from outside the door.
Chloe glanced at her shirt, torn apart by Alexander; it was unwearable.
She quickly got up and walked to the sofa, putting on the clothes Alexander’s people had sent.
Just after she finished dressing, Gabriella Dyer entered with others.
"Alexander, what happened to your hand?"
As soon as Gabriella entered, she noticed Alexander’s injured hands dripping blood.
She imdiately looked towards Chloe, "You woman, is this how you take care of Alexander? Soone! Tie her up for !"
Ha, she had been worried about how to inject the blood with the HIV, but this woman sure gave her a perfect reason!
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