NovelEnglishCarol's brow furrowed slightly; just as she was about to push him away, he released her of his own accord.
She lost all appetite, placing her spoon down. She wasn't sure if it was just her imagination, but Felix's usually sharp aura seemed to soften in a fleeting moment.
"Felix, can we talk?" Felix's lips were still curved gently. He slowly rolled up his sleeves, his tone casual, "I'm in a good mood. What's on your mind?" "I think we should call off the wedding. You offer the letter of understanding, and I'll vanish from your life. Everything that belongs to the Miller family will be yours, and you and Listina can have a peaceful life. I'll never interfere again. I could even live abroad forever." No sooner had she finished speaking than she saw a storm brewing in his eyes.
"You and Listina have been through so much together; you're perfect for each other. I didn't know she was your fiancée when I got involved with you. That was my mistake. Now that everything can go back to normal, let's not hold any grudges. We're even, don't you think?" As she spoke, the air around them seemed to grow colder.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtShe furrowed her brows, not understanding what was going on in his mind. Wasn't this the outche had wanted? Carol even suspected that his reluctance to let her go now was out of fear that she might seek revenge one day, that she might use the letter of understanding to rally others against him.
Felix was strategic, always careful to leave no loose ends.
"I promise, I'll move abroad with my dad. Wherever you are, I'll keep my distance." As her words hung in the air, Felix slowly stood up, his gaze fixating on her.
Carol felt like she was being devoured by his eyes. Her body was instinctively alerting her to the danger.
But she didn't run, frozen in place as if she'd been immobilized; she had nowhere to hide.
Suddenly, her wrist was gripped tightly. He was pulling her upstairs. Carol started to struggle, feeling as if her wrist would snap. Felix's grip didn't loosen; if anything, it tightened. They reached the upper floor, and before they even entered the bedroom, his hand was already assertively on her skirt.
Carol's eyelashes trembled fiercely, and she knew then that he was angry. She held her breath, barely able to contain her frustration, and said, "I'm on my period." His hand ventured lower, confirming her statement.
She thought he would stop, but he didn't. He pinned her legs and ground against her.
"Are you a freak, Mr. Brown?" Was Listina not satisfying him? Was that why he was acting so crazed? Felix didn't answer; he was always silent during such acts. Even without penetration, he seemed aroused.
But the force of his grip was painful, likely leaving her thighs bruised.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏm"Let go of me!" She raised her hand to slap him, but he didn't flinch. Carol was startled especially by his impeccable el appearance, contrasting with his frenzied behavior below. S e Her finger hesitated, and in the next moment, he bit her lip. As he ground against her lip, he growled through clenched teeth, "Even? You think we can be even?" Carol tried to retort, but she was quickly pinned to the bed.
"What gives you the right to be even? What makes you think you're entitled to that?" Her neck was being pressed down by a heavy hand, immobilizing her.
Her heart trembled under the weight of his intimidating presence, as if witnessing an engulfing darkness emanating from Felix.
Nathan said he was a man who had grown up in the gutter, feared Vol.ne nothing. He could make even loan sharks tremble, but the extent of his madness was known to no one.
Carol could only see his hand on the bed, veins bulging. There was a twhen she adored his hands, especially the interplay of veins, irresistible to her.
Now, she felt that shand could easily snuff out her life. Summoning courage from somewhere deep within, she defiantly said, "If you have the guts, kill me." Then no one would owe anyone anything.
The pressure on her neck increased as he leaned in, his voice raspy, "Carol, do you actually love me?" If he had lashed out or shown disgust, she would have been angry. But when Felix asked that question, all Carol felt was a profound sense of grievance.
Hadn't she made her feelings clear enough? Or was it that she hadn't debased herself enough, given him everything to trample on? Now he actually questioned whether she truly loved him? How it hurt, to think that her past devotion was merely a solo performance.
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