Charlie wiped the tears off her face and said softly, "If I had known that the girl was you, I would have asked you to be my lady earlier. You are very important to . Do you understand?"
He looked back on the past, which was completely hellish.
But that girl was an exception, who made him feel that he was still a person, a living one.
Yvette could not stop her tears. She did not know what he was talking about, not even a word.
Then she thought, there is soone out there now. I should ask for help.
"Help! Help..."
But Charlie covered her mouth with his palm as he smiled in a low voice, "They won’t hear you. And even if they do, they won’t co in. Do you understand?"
Yvette felt despair upon hearing this.
She thought, Charlie is well prepared, and all of this is a trap.
Then he pressed his long index finger against her lips. "Do as I tell you. Give it to , and I promise to do better than him."
Although he had never had sex before, he watched porn to be skillful after he learned that she was that girl.
He thought, I will be careful. I believe she will feel good about it.
Noticing that Charlie was pressing himself down again, Yvette panicked and hurried to say, "Charlie, do you like ?"
Charlie’s eyes were flaming. "I like you a lot. And I want every part of you."
Yvette sensed that Charlie might be a stubborn kind of guy who would do things that were navel-gazing. Therefore, she tried to reason with him.
"All the more reason to respect then, instead of forcing ."
Charlie’s eyes darkened. "When I was a child, everything I liked had been abandoned. Therefore, I learn one thing from that, which is fighting for the thing you like is the only way to have it."
"No, it’s not like that. If you try to force , I will hate you, understand?"
Charlie paused and said in a low voice, "I don’t want you to hate ."
Yvette hurried to reply, "I don’t like you, and if you touch like this, I will hate you to death!"
"You like Lance?"
There was a hint of sarcasm in Charlie’s low and magnetic voice. "He is better than ?"
Yvette closed her eyes and shook her head. "I don’t like any one of you right now."
"You little liar!"
"You like him." He exposed her lie.
During the conversation, Yvette felt that Charlie was loosening his grip. Therefore, she jerked her knee up so as to knock it against his crotch, which was bulging from his erection.
"Ouch..."
Charlie frowned, grunted, and loosened his grip.
Noticing that, Yvette hurried to push him down the sofa while kicking his leg harshly.
Charlie’s handso face twisted and turned pale right away, and his forehead was covered in a cold sweat.
Yvette had kicked out right at his wound!
Then Yvette jumped up and got far away from him.
She did it on purpose since she rembered where his wound was. Then the next thing they knew, blood started to gush from the wound, which had not yet been healed, and soon soaked his black trousers.
Yvette was not a pushover. She hated what he had done!
Then staring at Charlie’s face, which used to look so kind, she said coldly, "If there is a next ti, I will send you to prison myself!"
Then she swung the door open, ready to leave.
But, outside the door, Talia, the secretary, was blocking her path with two bodyguards.
Talia looked at Charlie and asked, "Mr. Raison, is she allowed to leave?"
Yvette’s expression changed when she heard this. She did not expect that Charlie’s people would conspire with him against her.
Charlie propped himself up slowly on the arm of the sofa. As he was rising, he wiped his sweat with his hand, which made his face bloodstained and thus look dangerous and yet charming.
Then he picked up his glasses and put them back on. Regaining his composure, he said slowly, "Yvette, I won’t force you. You have one night to think about it. But think fast since Ellen might not be able to hang in there after one day."
Yvette’s face turned pale instantly.
After letting Yvette leave, Talia ca in with a dicine box to treat Charlie’s wound. The blood-stained trousers were cut open by her with a pair of scissors.
Then Talia started to wipe the wound with alcohol pads. Her movents were particularly gentle, and her eyes were obsessively affectionate.
She had always thought that Charlie did not like won, but that was obviously not the case. That ant she might have a chance of...
At the thought of this, Talia treated the wound even more carefully. And while she was at it, she tried to rub her breast against Charlie’s thighs every once in a while.
Although Charlie hadn’t had sex before, he knew what Talia was doing.
Then he lifted Talia’s chin with his finger and narrowed his eyes. "You want to sleep with you?"
Talia looked at his delicate face. The blood stains on his cheekbone made him look even more manly and sexier.
She blushed and murmured, "Mr. Raison, if you need that, I can give it to you."
Charlie did not speak. A smile lifted the corner of his mouth. Then his slender and cold fingers slowly went from her chin down to her thin neck, where he stroked a bit.
Talia felt as if she had lost the use of her body and could not help but groan.
"Oh..."
Then she grabbed his other hand boldly to place it on her towering breast before saying, "Mr. Raison, fuck ..."
"Heh!" Charlie chuckled and exerted a force on his fingers so as to choke Talia.
Stifled, Talia realized that sothing was off and thus waved her hands wildly.
However, Charlie kept tightening his grip till Talia’s eyes turned unfocused while she let out so desperate sound.
Talia was now on the verge of death.
At that mont, Charlie smashed her far away.
"Bang!"
The back of her head hit the edge of his desk. Instantly, blood started to gush out!
Charlie’s eyes looked extrely terrifying, as if he was a ghost who had gone through hell.
"Always rember what you are!"
...
After Yvette ca out of Charlie’s firm, she beca even more worried.
Regardless of whether Charlie’s words were true or not, she simply could not risk Ellen’s life.
Moreover, there was another life in her body.
Yvette thought, Jamie is really an asshole.
And I will never reconcile myself to the prospect of accepting Charlie. That leaves with only one choice.
Yvette was extrely torn. And after she arrived ho at night and paced up and down for quite a while, she finally took out her phone to make a call.
"Frankie, is Mr. Wolseley there?"
"No, he isn’t."
"Then please tell him that I will wait for him at ho," Yvette mustered up the courage to say.
Frankie was stunned for a mont before saying, "Alright, I’ll pass on the ssage."
...
In the Correctional Center in New York.
Ellen was locked in a single room, where it was very dark inside, regardless of day and night.
Ellen did not know how long had passed ever since she had been sent there.
Before she ca in, a doctor in the center had hurt her arm and made three of her ribs broken. Fortunately, the broken ribs hadn’t pierced through her chest and lungs. As long as she did not exercise violently and had enough rest, she was not in danger. Actually, she might even be able to heal by herself.
However, since she had a very weak constitution, it was unlikely for her to recover like that.
That being said, it was not that bad staying in the center. She got to have her als tily and could even have so peace and quiet here without having to face Jamie. Therefore, she felt sohow at ease.
Of course, she missed her parents and kept wondering how Jamie would deal with her.
But she believed that Jamie would not let her rot inside forever since, that way, he could not torture her anymore.
As she thought wildly, she fell into a deep sleep.
Suddenly, in her sleep, a sharp pain in her neck was felt. Ellen’s heart jolted as she opened her eyes.
Two won wearing the sa prison uniform as her ca into her sight. One was pinning her down, and the other was holding a syringe and stabbing it into her neck. It seed that they were putting sothing into Ellen’s body.
Ellen struggled in panic, her voice trembling in fear. "Who are you, people?"
The short-haired woman chuckled and said, "People who want to claim your life!"
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