Alexander Johnson smiled as he spoke, his eyes gleaming with a chilling coldness.
At the sa ti, his hands continued to roam across Chloe Simpson’s body.
He wasn’t doing anything overtly aggressive, nor did he press further to seduce her.
He was rely touching her lightly, almost imperceptibly, starting from her arm and moving downward, to her side, her hip, her buttocks, her thighs...
The most potent weapon, however, was his words.
As for Chloe, her blood surged, her chest heaving intensely, and her mind—unwillingly—wandered with Alexander’s words, picturing Lucas Hughes now standing right there on the road outside the floor-to-ceiling window.
At that mont, even the heavens seed to conspire with him. Out of nowhere, the rain just stopped.
Now, Chloe could clearly see the road, every detail under the glow of the streetlights laid bare, even the shadows splattered on the pavent.
"No! Alexander Johnson, let go! You can’t do this!"
Chloe suddenly beca frantic.
"Why can’t I do this? Chloe, I absolutely will. I’m calling Lucas Hughes right now. Tell , what would Lucas think when he arrives in a bit and sees you like this, pinned against the window by ?"
"What would his reaction be, especially since he doesn’t know the man behind you is ? He’s already convinced that your affair ruined the night of your wedding, tangled up with ever since."
"Tonight, when he sees you quivering here at the window, lost between ecstasy and despair... Won’t he assu you’ve thrown yourself into soone else’s arms again? That you’re just that desperate, incapable of living a single day without a man?"
"Honestly, I can’t wait to see his face when he walks in. When he sees you being utterly ravished by against this window, what expression will he wear then?"
Alexander could sense the sharp rise in Chloe’s emotions, her increasingly intense resistance, but it only made him feel worse inside.
Even now, this woman cared so deeply for that useless bastard Lucas Hughes.
Just ntioning his na sent her spiraling out of control.
Even during an intimate mont, her reaction was so extre!
Good! Wonderful!
Alexander clenched his fists instinctively, the cracking of his knuckles echoing sharply.
Then, he unclenched them and reached for Chloe’s phone instead.
At this mont, with the intense intoxication of alcohol clouding his thoughts, Alexander seed singularly driven to provoke Chloe rcilessly, to take his revenge.
When Chloe saw Alexander’s actions, she completely panicked. She looked up at her tied hands and began to struggle.
While begging, she pleaded, "Alexander Johnson, please don’t! I’m begging you! Don’t send Lucas a ssage!"
The re ntion of Lucas’s na fueled Alexander’s determination even further.
"Chloe, I will contact Lucas Hughes, no matter what!"
He grabbed Chloe’s phone and pressed her back against the floor-to-ceiling window once again.
"Alexander Johnson! Stop it! I’m begging you! Ahh! Why? Why must you do this to ? What did I ever do to deserve this?"
"Yes, I wronged you on my wedding night, but you enjoyed it too! You’ve cornered ti and ti again, leaving with nowhere to escape. Now, Lucas and I are already on the brink of divorce... What more do you want?"
"You’ve ruined my entire life, left it in shambles, and you still won’t let go! Do you really want to drive to my death, Alexander Johnson?"
When Chloe saw Alexander unlocking her phone and opening her WeChat, at that mont, she truly thought she was losing her mind.
"Drive you to your death? Chloe, who is driving who to their death here? Do you even know how long I’ve waited for you? How many years I’ve spent searching for you!"
That one word—death—beca the last straw for Alexander, breaking whatever fragile restraint he still had.
With one punch, he struck the window in front of him.
"What?"
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