She slightly lifted her chin, intentionally pausing after each word, with a provocation in her tone.
Christopher Hart: "..."
Alia Garcia clearly saw him clench his jaw, with several sharp lines forming on his handso face.
They locked eyes.
For a mont, the surrounding was silent and still, the air filled with an invisible tension as if blades and swords were drawn.
Alia Garcia didn’t know why she suddenly beca so bold – was it because she saw his arm was injured and thought she could "defeat" him?
But seeing him speechless actually felt exhilarating!
After all, this was Christopher Hart!
The distinguished president of Seal-Cloud Corporation, a man standing at the pinnacle of power and wealth!
Unfortunately, this sense of satisfaction didn’t last long, as the man suddenly made his move –
She scread in fright, turned, and ran, but it was too late.
Her arm was grabbed, and before she realized what was happening, the world spun around, and she found herself pinned down on the bed by the man.
Christopher Hart could only freely move one arm, unable to control her well, so he simply knelt by her side with his legs and situated himself astride her waist.
"How does it feel? Huh!"
The man looked down at her, his handso face displaying a mischievous smirk and a dark expression as he repeated her words aningfully.
Alia Garcia panicked.
This position, this bed...
A man and a woman alone...
She suddenly rembered those years they had shared a bed; sotis when she was in a bad mood and didn’t want to deal with it, this bastard would resort to force.
"Christopher Hart, get off !"
Her face blazed red as she struggled to sit up, only to be pushed back down by his hand, forcefully pinned by the shoulder.
"Your lover took my daughter away, so how about – you stay and have a child with as compensation?"
What?!
Alia Garcia stiffened all over, forgetting to struggle. Her eyes widened in disbelief as she stared at him.
"You’re insane!"
He was actually suggesting she stay and have a child as compensation?
"Maybe... but life is so dull without a little craziness, don’t you think?"
A sly smile always played at the corners of his mouth, giving him the look of a cunning old fox.
Alia Garcia mulled over his words, sensing a deeper aning.
Her life had once been that of a well-behaved woman, but she indeed did sothing crazy later on.
It was interesting, though tiring and difficult; she had never regretted it.
Lost in her mories, she forgot to respond until she saw a shadow looming over her and suddenly blinked back to reality.
— Only to find him leaning down!
"Christopher Hart, you—mm..."
Her eyes once again went wide, Alia Garcia couldn’t believe it – this bastard was kissing her again!!
The last ti at the hotel, she was inexplicably "held hostage" and taken to a dark room - it was just as absurd and excessive!
And now, in his house, on his bed...
Alia Garcia was stunned for a second before she began to struggle fiercely, desperately trying to push him away.
But the bastard, even with only one arm, could still use his height and weight advantage to firmly trap her on the bed.
His breath was heavy and intoxicating, filling all her senses with a heady and seductive scent.
Alia Garcia struggled even as she couldn’t help but sink into the abyss, for this familiar sensation awakened the long-sealed mories in her bones.
This man, whom she once loved so deeply, made her love, hate, and want to escape, all while wanting it to continue throughout those thousand nights and days.
She had often thought that surely he must have had so feelings for her, right?
Otherwise, how could he be so passionate about holding her to the point of death?
Day by day, month by month, year by year, tirelessly, the entanglent grew deeper.
But then, when the divorce ca, he was so resolute, with no regrets, even apparently eager—shattering her illusions.
Perhaps for a man, a physical relationship is just about satisfying physical needs and has nothing to do with love.
Besides, at that ti, she was the rightful Young Madam Hart; it would have been a waste not to sleep with her.
Thinking of this, Alia suddenly woke from her sinking state and, without thinking, fiercely slapped the man’s face with her hand.
With a "smack," Christopher was startled, his handso face slowly turning back with a grim look in his eyes as he glanced at her.
Both were panting heavily.
"Mr. Hart, if you want to satisfy your physical needs, there are plenty of willing won—why force soone who is unwilling?"
Alia’s words were sharp, her intent to anger him, to hurt him!
"Who told you I’m just satisfying physical needs?" He raised an eyebrow and retorted, his left hand wiping the corner of his mouth in an incredibly wicked gesture, "I told you, you owe a child."
Alia stared at him as if he were a monster.
Bear a child through ten months of pregnancy; it’s not like it can happen imdiately after conception!
"Or perhaps you’d like to contact your lover and have my daughter returned to now?" He presented her with another choice.
"You’re crazy; I don’t want to deal with you, get away from !" She struggled, trying to escape once again.
But Christopher Hart was determined to tangle with her to the end.
Amidst the sumr heat, Alia was only wearing a chiffon dress with buttons at the front.
As they struggled and grappled on the bed, the hem of her dress inadvertently rose to her waist, and several buttons ca undone at the neckline.
Christopher originally just ant to scare her.
But as the alluring scenery unfolded before him, his already wavering gaze instantly beca dark and intense, revealing the desire buried deep within him.
Over four years of keeping chaste was, for a young man, already a "cruel" affair.
At that mont, he was almost certain that she was Alia, his ex-wife.
If his body retained mories for anyone, it would only be for her, the one woman before him.
The air suddenly beca charged with ambiguity, and as Alia looked into his eyes, she instantly understood the depth of his intent.
Celibate for four years while raising a child, in that mont, all that suppressed longing suddenly surged wildly.
Christopher swallowed, the sexy Adam’s apple in his throat rolling as he pounced, pinning her arms above her head and leaning down to envelop her in a deep kiss.
Alia knew all too well what that look in his eyes ant and panicked even more than before.
Earlier, he might have been just scaring her or joking, but this ti, he clearly lost control...
"Christopher... stop... uh, Chris—"
She twisted her body with all her strength, struggling in the narrow gap between his legs, kicking and pushing, her arms twisting and turning, trying to break free from his hold.
However, the man, distracted by his own turbulent emotions, was unmovable, single-mindedly set on taking her "then and there."
Alia had never been so frightened; how could they engage in such an act given their current relationship?
She couldn’t! She wouldn’t!
Crying, shouting, screaming, she finally freed one hand and, in a panic, flailed and pushed until she heard a pained grunt from the man and saw his tall, masculine body suddenly stiffen.
Taking advantage of his unguarded mont, Alia sat up, forcefully pushed him, and flipped him off the bed.
She rolled back, grabbing the blanket to cover herself, cautiously eyeing the man clutching his shoulder, his face pained with cold sweat.
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