Chapter 472 Rubbing Ears and Temples Together
“Hiss… Walter, you… Mmm!” Almost like a storm, a k*ss was launched at me, all the words that were about to come out of my mouth were completely suppressed by him.
In the face of the man’s absolute power, I didn’t even have the chance to speak.
The air was filled with only heavy panting and the sound of fabric rubbing, ambiguous to the point of being sticky. My mind was somewhat blank. At first, I wanted to push him away, to tell him that we shouldn’t be like this. He had Marjorie to consider, and I was no longer his wife.
But in the end, all that remained in her mind was the man’s heavy breath and the familiar scent that belonged to him.
“Ah…” A slightly clear pain made me much more awake. Looking at the man galloping on my b*dy, I felt somewhat dazed.
He hunched his sturdy b*dy and held me tightly, his voice hoarse and restrained as he spoke into my ear, “He didn’t touch you?”
I pursed my l*ps, forcing myself to stay silent, but I had overestimated myself. With my somewhat fluctuating response, he became increasingly crazed, seemingly delighted, seemingly relieved.
I didn’t know how much time had pa*sed, I just felt exhausted and powerless, lying in his arms, letting him manipulate me. As I fell into a deep sleep, I faintly heard him whispering in my ear, “Tabatha, I won’t let you go.”
My eyelids were too heavy, I didn’t respond to him.
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In the middle of the night, when I was half-asleep, I vaguely opened my eyes. The man on me seemed tireless. Seeing me awake, he lifted me up and let me sit in his arms. I leaned on his shoulder, my voice hoarse, “Walter, are you Teddy?”
His low laughter echoed in my ear, “Hmm, do you like it?”
I remained silent, biting hard into his shoulder. He winced in pain, letting out a muffled groan, and held me even tighter.
“Tabatha, were you a puppy?”
I chuckled, “How could it be anything but a dog to treat you like this?”
He suddenly exerted force, catching me off guard. I let out a startled cry, holding back a curse, “Walter, you…ugh!”
That night, it seemed very long, yet also very short. I always felt as if I had a dream, a sticky dream. But when I woke up and saw the man lying next to me, I was momentarily unable to distinguish whether it was a dream or reality.
It had been too long since I had been this close to him. Afraid to wake him by turning over, I slightly tilted my head and just quietly watched. him. It turned out that us being together was a thing of the distant past.
This moment of tenderness was like a candy gifted to me by God. Looking at his handsome face, I was somewhat dazed, but what followed was a continuous surge of guilt and shame from deep within my heart.
There was clearly no future left, he was obviously about to have someone new by his side, I was clearly about to start walking the path I chose, what does this entanglement now count for?
The fleeting sweetness desperately pulled down by human greed, that’s probably it, right?
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When Walter opened his eyes, I didn’t have time to avoid his gaze. Our eyes met, and seeing me cry, he paused for a few seconds, then raised his hand to wipe away the tears from the corner of my eyes.
Looking at me, the voice rasped, “Why are you crying?”
I turned my head, not looking at him, and said indifferently, “It’s nothing.”
She tried to get out of bed, but his large hand held her waist, “Stay with me for a while.”
The sun was already high outside, he wasn’t a person who would linger in bed. I pursed my l*ps, saying, “Walter, you brought me here last night, have you thought about what Ezra would do?”
He looked at me, his dark eyes deep and mysterious, “Did you know what he would do?”
I sighed slightly, glancing at him, “He’s a madman, messing with him does us no good.”
He sneered, “So, you plan to stay by his side forever, soothing this madman?”
I frowned, feeling that he was splitting hairs with me.
It was inevitable that Ezra would go mad. The people he took out were taken away by others halfway through. Anyone would go crazy, let alone Ezra. His purpose of taking me to the auction was to disgust Walter.
It was almost unthinkable that I would be taken away by Walter, and yet…
Thinking back on that night, if I hadn’t shown up, I’m afraid…
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Thinking of this, I removed Walter’s hand and went to the bathroom.
The warm water fell, gradually clearing my mind. When I came out of the bathroom, Walter was already up. He was wearing a towel around his waist, his muscular upper b*dy bare, standing by the floor-to- ceiling window, smoking.
Hearing a noise, he turned to look at me. Looking at me, he said, “The change of clothes is in the cloakroom.”
I nodded and walked towards the cloakroom, not knowing when he had set this place upo
clothes in the cloakroom were indeed all in the styles and brands I usually liked, and the sizes were all my size, without exception, from inside to outside.
Having changed clothes and left the dressing room, Walter was no longer in the bedroom. Instead, the sound of dripping water could be heard from the bathroom.
He was taking a bath.
Worried that Ezra might do something drastic to force me to show up if he couldn’t find me for too long, I prepared to leave after drying my hair.
However, it was only when I got to the entrance and wanted to open the door that I realized, not only did this door require a pa*sword to get in, but also to get out.
