"Little Sophie, this ti I must admit I have selfish motives." He spoke without reservation, "I could have had the maid help you change clothes and apply the dicine, but instead I did it myself."
He’s a normal man, so it’s natural for him to feel impulsive towards a woman he likes.
"I don’t know what it will take for you to beco my woman, to fully give your heart and body to , but I truly don’t want to wait too long, you know?"
"Mr. Davis..."
Nolan Davis’s words genuinely surprised her. She knew Nolan Davis was good to her, he never forced her, it seed he was waiting for her to take the initiative, but she truly couldn’t bring herself to give her heart, her body, to any man other than Asher Land.
"Mr. Davis, I think there must be a misunderstanding between us..." she whispered, "We are not suited to develop that kind of relationship."
"Not suited?" He curled his lips into a self-deprecating smile, "What would constitute being suited? Do you need to beco like Asher Land?"
Even if Asher Land hurt her dozens of tis, she still remained devoted to him, unwilling to forget.
"It’s not about becoming like Asher Land, there is only one Asher Land in this world, only one..." She seed to be talking to herself, yet also speaking to him.
"Little Sophie, don’t forget how you got these injuries, these grievances all bestowed by him, don’t you understand?" Nolan Davis seed to be sowhat angry too, his voice changing from initial tenderness to severe reproach, "In life, you have to learn to weigh the pros and cons. Staying with him doesn’t bring good tis, but I, Nolan Davis, can assure you, if you’re with , I won’t let you suffer any hardship or grievance!"
"Thank you, Mr. Davis, but leaving him, I really can’t do it..."
Ha, what can’t be done!
"What if I say, I have to have you?" He chuckled lightly, "I, Nolan Davis, never easily let go of soone I’m interested in."
Sophie Smith, distraught, stared at him. The intense possessiveness suddenly emanating from his eyes made her a bit fearful, she inexplicably backed away a little, leaned against the headboard, and wrapped herself tightly in the quilt.
Her defensive posture, her refusal to approach, was a great irony and provocation to him.
He snorted coldly, took off his jacket and threw it on the ground, then reached out, unbuttoning his shirt one button at a ti.
His lips even retained a smile, his deanor appeared relaxed.
"Mr. Davis, you, what are you planning to do..." Her eyes were filled with fear, evasiveness, her wounded rabbit-like appearance intensified his inner turmoil, he now wished nothing more than to press her beneath him, to thoroughly enjoy her, savor her.
"Since you can’t leave him, how about I help you out?" He forcefully pulled down the quilt she had wrapped around herself, throwing it to the ground.
"Oh, won, why remain faithful and committed to one man, think about how he treated you? Hmm?" he sighed twice, "Before you, who knows how many won he’s had, oh, wait, even when he had you, he still had relations with Miss Morton, didn’t you witness it yourself?"
"Mr. Davis, have you said enough?"
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