"Lucas, you..."
Chloe Simpson saw Lucas Hughes return and happily walked over to greet him, but before she could reach him, he flung her onto the bed with a wave of his hand.
Even though the bed in their marital room was soft and comfortable, being thrown onto it with such force by Lucas still left her dizzy.
"Hiss!" Chloe felt the world spinning around her.
Just as she was about to cover her eyes to feel a bit better, Lucas lunged at her again.
"Ah! Lucas, you’re hurting !"
Lucas, drunk and staggering, stepped on Chloe’s ankle, and she felt a sharp, piercing pain.
"..."
But Lucas didn’t care at all. Without paying any attention, he reached out to pull at Chloe’s clothes.
"Lucas, have you been drinking?"
Only then did Chloe realize sothing was wrong with Lucas, and she caught a strong scent of alcohol in the air.
"Yes, I drank. So what? You were cozying up with Alexander Johnson so intimately that the whole hospital knows. Can’t I drink when I’m upset?"
Lucas finally replied, imdiately bringing up the matter of Alexander Johnson.
"Lucas, listen to , nothing happened between Alexander and . Yes, he’s the Eldest Young Master of the Johnson Family, he tried to make a move, but I slapped him."
"And after that, he didn’t continue. He thought I was just any woman, but when he realized I wasn’t, he backed off."
Even though Lucas was drunk, Chloe still wanted to explain.
Whether he listened or not, she had to explain.
"Ha, Chloe, not only have you beco good at flirting with n, but you’ve also honed your skills in lying! Do you think I’ll believe such ridiculous nonsense?"
"If nothing happened afterward, why did you spend the entire night in the conference room with him? Don’t tell you were busy with work; even a three-year-old wouldn’t buy that."
It wasn’t until Lucas finished with a cold sneer that Chloe suddenly realized, yes, who would believe such an excuse?
After everything that happened, she actually went back to make plans with Alexander?
She was worried that Alexander would harm her or Lucas, so she went back to appease him.
But she overlooked considering things from Lucas’s perspective.
No! Even from an onlooker’s perspective, no one would understand.
"..."
With a throat like it had a thorn in it, Chloe couldn’t utter another word.
"What? No words left? Chloe, is it because I haven’t touched you in years that you feel lacking? Just lonely? I’ll fulfill you tonight! Make you feel utterly satisfied!"
Lucas was already uncomfortable with sending Chloe to play with Alexander beforehand; now, drunk and reminded of his impotence, he was even more furious.
His hands showed no rcy, ripping Chloe’s shirt to shreds with a tearing sound.
"Ah!"
Chloe suddenly felt a chill run over her.
Because of Lucas’s violent actions, the tearing left shocking marks on Chloe’s body, and her body was stinging hotly.
Lucas, with eyes blood-red from alcohol and anger, looked terrifying like a beast gone mad.
Chloe had never seen Lucas look so terrifying.
"No! Lucas, please, don’t be like this."
She clutched her clothes, frantically backpedaling toward the headboard.
Seeing this, Lucas grabbed Chloe’s ankle and yanked her back toward him.
When he pulled her back, Chloe fell face-first on the bed.
Standing at the bedside, Lucas climbed onto the bed and spread Chloe’s legs with his hands, his knees pinning down Chloe’s legs.
Her torn shirt left her without her nurse’s uniform, wearing only black lace underwear clinging to her body.
The black lines on her back with sheer gauze were extrely seductive.
"Did Alexander make you wear this seductive underwear last night? And you say you’re not desperate? Are you already lonely beyond control, waiting every day for a man? Ah! You provocative woman!"
Seeing Chloe in such alluring lace instantly made Lucas see red.
Add to that his impotence, and his anger only intensified.
"I didn’t, Lucas... ah!"
Chloe truly just grabbed anything to wear to work, not thinking about what happened with Alexander the day before.
She quickly tried to explain, but where would Lucas listen to her?
At this mont, he looked like a man who’s lost all sense of reason.
Determined only to toy with Chloe rcilessly.
Damn it! Was it because he hadn’t had her in five years?
Was she this starved? So eager to be had?
Fine, he’d satisfy her tonight, make her soar, knock her out with all five fingers!
Not in a rush, start from the top, take his ti!
He had the whole night; he wouldn’t let this provocative woman get away unscathed!
"Damn, so provocative! I never thought my pure wife could be so scandalous in private! Fine, tonight, show your provocativeness entirely to your husband! I’ll make sure you display it all vividly!"
Lucas shouted viciously, his entire face distorted in anger.
With that, he reached out to tear off the three thin straps of Chloe’s black underwear.
Seeing Chloe about to resist, he grabbed her hands with both of his, combined them into one hand, and yanked her backward, pulling her up.
Kneeling there, Chloe’s head was forced back as Lucas pulled her arms behind, her last piece of upper body clothing fell onto the bed.
Now, her upper body was entirely exposed, completely bare.
"Does it feel good? Huh? Isn’t it exciting! Isn’t it thrilling?"
Lucas asked nacingly into her ear and then bit down on her back.
At the sa ti, one of his hands reached forward to harshly grab at Chloe’s soft chest.
Grabbing both breasts in one hand, kneading them frantically.
"Fuck! I didn’t know my wife’s chest felt this good, so full, so soft! Seems like I should develop your body more thoroughly from now on."
"Let’s see your waist, so flexible, surely capable of unlocking many positions. Thinking of pounding you in all sorts of ways makes my blood boil! I can’t hold back already!"
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