He suddenly clasped her shoulders, with so much force as if trying to ld her into his body, and coldly shouted...
"Let go of , it hurts, you lunatic. I never want to be with you anymore, I’m leaving you."
Avery Jane struggled hard, the man didn’t know how much he had drunk, his strength was terrifying, she couldn’t push him away no matter how she tried.
"Why leave? I can give you the best life, the life that every woman in the world dreams of having."
Joshua Hughes kissed her full cherry lips madly, murmuring as he did so.
The strong sll of alcohol sprayed into Avery Jane’s lips, making her almost unable to breathe. Amidst her struggle, she didn’t realize the man’s high and mighty tone carried a hint of helplessness and sadness.
She was going to give him a child, he wanted a child that belonged to them, this thought intensely surged to his mind, he imagined the child sharing their common genes, their rged blood, just thinking this made every cell in his body roar with excitent.
With this child, he’d have a trump card; Avery Jane’s heart was soft, and no matter how stubborn, she wouldn’t leave the child behind.
There must be a child; it’s safer than having several bodyguards follow her.
Madly kissing every inch of her skin, she was so beautiful, so maddening.
Just the thought of Luis Hughes daring to lay eyes on Avery Jane made him want to kill him, that damn bastard.
Avery Jane was his, his alone; her beauty was ant to bloom for him only, her body belonged only to him, and if anyone else wanted to touch, even to glimpse, he would kill them.
Joshua, in his frenzy, didn’t notice the intense possessiveness in his eyes.
"Give it to , Avery Jane, damn it, hurry up and give it to ..." Pulling at her nightgown, tearing it apart fiercely, Avery Jane was scared to tears by his beast-like actions, constantly struggling.
Yet, despite her struggles, she couldn’t resist the changes in her body; this man had trained her body to be incredibly sensitive to his every touch. Slowly, a shaful reaction appeared in her body.
"Avery Jane, you can only be mine, only belong to ..." The earth-shattering anger and desire intertwined, a large hand tightly grasped her body, his movents beca more frenzied.
Lowering his head, deeply kissed her small lips, he didn’t want to hear her say "no" or "let go" at this wonderful mont.
The faint scent in her mouth was like nectar, driving him to madness as he sucked and drew...
The sa night, so were so wild that even the moon hid behind the clouds, too shy to watch, while so nights were heart-wrenchingly sad.
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In Alexander King’s apartnt, two people sat on the sofa, the tea on the coffee table had turned cold. Nora Thompson glanced at it indifferently, just as her heart had truly grown cold.
"Nora, there are things I don’t want to explain. After all, what’s done is done, I apologize for what has happened to you and . But I don’t agree to break up, Nora, I want to live with you."
Wanting to live with her, the thought kept becoming clearer in his mind.
Perhaps he was really oblivious in terms of emotions; his past life was indifferent as well.
Having received the best, most complete, and normative education since childhood, possessing the most accurate and unique business insight and skills, quietly building a vast business empire.
He was not a lecherous person, when he saved Jade Willow back then, although slightly stunning at first glance, the debt she owed was a small amount to him, so letting many sleep with her was less sensible than selling her to him.
Sotis a man’s pressure or desire needs release, he thought painfully about how to tell her his feelings weren’t as awful as he imagined.
Did he just want to relieve so pent-up desire?
His young wife might find it hard to understand this aspect, he frustratingly scratched his hair: "Nora, I don’t know how to talk to you about certain things."
He felt more tongue-tied and nervous than facing any big case, but at this mont he couldn’t find any argunts to defend himself.
"The core content of love naturally mainly refers to sex aid at sexual union. All impulses strive to achieve this union. In certain contexts, their goal gets diverted or their realization impeded, yet they always retain their nature, enough to make their identity recognizable. Legally, I am your wife, but in terms of recognition, Jade Willow is, you should give her the appropriate status."
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