"Chloe, if you’d acted like this earlier, things could have been much easier. Obediently sacrificing a bit, maybe I could have shown you so compassion. Don’t go thinking I’ve done sothing horrible to you. After all, we’re already married."
"Being together is the most natural thing. What I’m asking of you now is simply for you to fulfill the marital obligations you originally failed to carry out. You’ve been with Alexander so many tis. Why can’t you do the sa with ?"
"Besides, we’ve been together for five years. I’ve treated you so well. Did your conscience get eaten by a dog? To think you’d be unwilling to let have you even once! Don’t worry, I won’t harm you. Once it’s done, you can leave."
Lucas was extrely pleased to see Chloe lying there, no longer struggling. He reached out to continue undressing her.
Earlier, due to Chloe’s furious resistance, the two had gone back and forth, tugging at each other. Her top had already been completely torn apart by Lucas, not to ntion her pants, which were shredded and no longer covering her properly.
Lucas glanced over and grabbed hold of her pants, yanking them off in one swift motion.
When the pants ca off, Lucas saw Chloe wearing a pure white lace lingerie set, and his eyes imdiately lit up.
"I hadn’t gotten a good look earlier. I never expected you to be wearing white lace lingerie. Chloe, in all the ti we were together, I’ve never seen you wear anything like this."
"Tsk, tsk, look at you now, dressed in white lace, you look just like a delicate little white flower, just begging to be crushed and ravaged! But don’t worry, I’ll restrain myself a bit. Besides, before I proceed, I’m definitely capturing this mont."
Lucas, utterly thrilled to see Chloe in white lace for the first ti, pulled out his phone and snapped shot after shot.
After taking the photos, he spent a mont appreciating what he’d captured before setting the phone aside.
Then, Lucas began to reach for Chloe’s lingerie to remove it.
By this point, his excitent was so overwhelming that even his fingers were trembling.
Seeing his long-ti wish finally about to co true, knowing he’d have his way with this woman tonight, it was impossible for Lucas not to be overjoyed.
Truly, he was beside himself with emotion.
Even the clasp on her lingerie took him several tries to undo—his hands trembling with eagerness.
For five years, Lucas had been impotent, terrified Chloe might discover his condition. Because of this, he had avoided any deep physical intimacy with her in the past.
Let alone actually seeing Chloe’s bare body.
Thus, at this mont, Chloe to Lucas was like a woman he’d known for so long but never managed to possess.
Underneath the lingerie, to him, her softness was sothing he’d longed for with all his being, yearning to savor and then ravage.
Steadily and delicately, Lucas started to unfasten Chloe’s lingerie, his gaze fixed intently, anticipating the reveal of the alluring curves beneath.
But just then, an abrupt "bang" resonated from the door.
"Who the hell—?"
Lucas, assuming it was soone knocking late at night, got up and walked out. Looking up at the figure who’d entered, his face imdiately drained of color.
It was Alexander Johnson. He had kicked the door down, his face seething with fury, resembling a devil resurrecting from hell, utterly terrifying.
"Y-Young Mister Johnson! Why... why are you here?"
Lucas could not fathom how Alexander would show up at this precise mont.
"Where’s Chloe?" Alexander demanded as soon as he spoke.
"What? Chloe? I don’t know—"
Lucas still attempted to feign ignorance. But before he could finish speaking, a noise ca from the master bedroom—a heavy thud.
Alexander imdiately rushed toward the bedroom, where he found Chloe on the floor, clad only in her underwear, the clasp at the back undone. Her head was bleeding profusely.
"No, Young Mister Johnson! This has nothing to do with . I just wanted to be with her, that’s all. I didn’t do anything to her! She ran into the wall herself—I never laid a hand on her."
Lucas frantically explained, his words tumbling over one another.
"Lucas Hughes, listen to . If anything happens to Chloe, I’ll see to it that your entire Hughes Family pays the price."
Alexander approached Chloe, removed his jacket, covered her with it, and carried her out of the room.
"No, Young Mister Johnson, please listen to ! I swear, this isn’t my fault. You know how long Chloe and I were together. Wanting to be close to her is perfectly reasonable, isn’t it?"
"Besides, you haven’t reached out to her recently, not even a phone call. I thought you’d already lost interest in her, so I invited her out tonight."
Lucas followed after Alexander, attempting to justify himself incessantly.
At this mont, Jack Woods hurried over.
"Jack, take him away first. Once I’ve taken Chloe to the hospital, I’ll deal with him," Alexander commanded brusquely, carrying Chloe away to the hospital.
An hour later, the doctors had completed all tests and administered an IV drip. Standing before Chloe’s hospital bed, they looked deeply troubled. "By all accounts, she should be awake by now."
"Then why isn’t she awake yet? What’s going on?" Alexander’s voice was grim, his expression dark.
"Um, Young Mister Johnson, please wait a little longer. She will definitely wake up by tomorrow morning at the latest," the doctor quickly reassured, cautiously.
Alexander gave a weighty nod. "Alright. But if she isn’t awake by tomorrow morning, I’ll hold you personally responsible."
The entire night, Alexander stayed beside Chloe’s hospital bed, not stepping away for a single mont.
At ten in the morning the next day, Chloe finally regained consciousness.
Seeing her awake, Alexander imdiately spoke up, "You’re awake. How are you feeling now?"
"I... what happened? Why am I in the hospital? What on earth happened?"
Confused, Chloe glanced around the hospital room and asked.
Alexander quickly followed up, "You don’t rember anything from last night?"
Chloe looked completely puzzled. "Last night... What happened?"
Alexander’s face turned as dark as ink, and he bellowed, "Doctor! Bring soone here!"
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