Chapter 222 Why Am I The One To Bear These?
Eileen ended the call and soon spotted a group of familiar faces approaching. Among them. she recognized a few as Lionel’s subordinates.
Without hesitation, Eileen quickly closed the shutter door and remembered there was a back door she could use.
As Fileen made her way towards the back door, she dialed the private driver of the Smith family, Gordon. However, her phone automatically shut down due to a dead battery just as the call was connecting.
Why is Eric in the fishing village?
Is he coming after me? Is he planning to silence me by killing me?
Eileen cautiously stepped outside through the back door. Two icy daggers were immediately pointed at her. Under the cold moonlight, she could see Lionel’s eyes and his menacing scar. She felt a chilling terror. “Ms. Eileen,” he said, “Mr. Snow is concerned about your safety being alone outside, so he specifically sent us to protect you. Please come with us.”
Wouldn’t going with them be even more dangerous?
Eileen quickly shut the door, but Lionel wedged his foot in the gap. In no time, he kicked the door open, looking fierce and intimidating. “Ms. Eileen, if you choose to resist, don’t blame us!” he threatened, causing her to retreat in fear.
“What are you planning to do? Don’t make me tell my father!”
Lionel laughed wildly. “I’m afraid he won’t have the chance to hear those words.”
Eileen was forcefully taken to a dilapidated floor. Isn’t this the room that Sharon used to rent? She used to live here.
Lionel pushed the door open. “Please, Ms. Eileen.”
The dim light inside the house made it difficult to see what was happening. However, she could sense a terrifying aura emanating from within, as if something even more fearsome than a beast lurked inside.
Eileen turned to flee, but Lionel seemed to have anticipated her move. He roughly grabbed the back of her collar and pushed her inside, forcefully shutting the door behind her.
Eileen fell to the ground. Suddenly, a pair of black leather shoes entered her line of sight. The man slightly bent over and extended a hand towards her. Eileen, supporting herself on the ground, kept backing away. “Don’t come any closer.”
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Eric casually withdrew his hand and looked at her. “Am I that frightening?”
Eileen, leaning on the bed beside her, stood up, maintaining a certain distance from him. Her gaze shifted to the bed, where she saw a set of revealing, almost transparent women’s lingerie. Her heart immediately tightened. “Eric… What are you trying to do?”
Eric moved closer. “Don’t you already know what I want, Eileen?”
Surrounded by his people outside, Eileen suddenly felt helpless. She knew that there was no way she could escape tonight, no matter what.
“Why can’t you just be straightforward about what’s going on? What are you trying to achieve. with all these games? You used Elm’s disappearance to lure me to this fishing village. I know it’s all your doing. So what exactly are you trying to accomplish with all this effort? Do you want to kill me?”
The man’s deep voice emitted a pleasant chuckle. He pulled Eileen towards him with one hand, holding her in his embrace and gripping her slender waist. With a tilt of his hand, his fingers brushed over her delicate cheek. “Haven’t you seen it all? How could I bear to kill now? You still have to prepare for college entrance exams, don’t you?”
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Eileen turned her face away, her gaze falling on the old television set placed on the cabinet. In the black reflective screen, a man and a woman were intimately pressed together. The man was looking at her with a predatory gaze as if he wanted to devour her slowly.
Eric had never looked at her with such an expression except when he was captivated by her b*dy in bed. As he gradually moved closer, his gaze seemed to carry a certain possessive madness.
“I advise you not to play games. I’ve already called Jasper, so he’ll be here soon.”
“Eileen, Nancy has returned. Do you think he still has feelings for you?”
“And what about you? Are you still interested in Vera, Eric…” She spoke softly as her hand. rested on his chest. The intimate distance allowed her to catch a faint whiff of tobacco from him. Didn’t he dislike smoking?
This sentence left Eric silent.
“When I used to like you, you never paid attention to me, no matter what I did. Now that I like someone else, you’re always around. Eric…” Eileen suppressed her inner turmoil, meeting
gaze. “Have you fallen for me?”
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Eric’s expression became dim and obscure. He leaned in close to her neck, gently placing warm k*sses there. “Whatever you think, that’s what it is!” His voice grew husky with emotion.
“But.. even if Nancy returns and Jasper leaves, there will never be a possibility for us… if you
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only see me as a toy. Eric, I would rather die. All the efforts I’ve made are just to break free from you…”
Eileen’s voice was soft, yet every word she spoke weighed heavily on Eric’s heart.
The man’s movements halted. The next moment, she felt a sharp pain on her scalp as Eric’s fingers threaded through her long hair. Their noses brushed against each other. “So what? Do you still need me to tell you the answer? Eileen… you are destined to never escape this in your lifetime.”
He forcefully pushed her onto the bed. Eileen felt dizzy as Eric quickly moved on top of her. He held her face, k*ssing her with an intense aggression. In an instant, Eileen’s clothes had somehow disappeared.
“Let go! Mmph… Let me go…”
With all her strength, Eileen kicked him, seizing this opportunity to turn over. She grabbed the quilt to cover her b*dy, her eyelashes glistening with tears.
Several pieces of the provocative lingerie that were originally on the bed had fallen onto the floor.
Tears shimmered in Eileen’s eyes. She despised herself for being in this situation. Despite my earnest efforts to change, why… why couldn’t I break free?
In the evening, a strong sea breeze swept through Peach Fishing Village. The season hadn’t yet pa*sed, and the cold wind blew, causing her slender, fair-skinned back to shiver in the freezing cold.
Eric watched as she cried and sobbed, feeling inexplicably irritated. “Do you think crying will solve anything?”
Eileen’s face was buried in the quilt. Her mind was blank as she shivered uncontrollably.
The hand clutching the quilt bore a noticeable scar on her small arm. Eric remembered when she got this scar. He never imagined… it would leave such a shocking, ugly mark on her.
“But I can’t let Jasper down!” Eileen sobbed, lifting her head. Tears fell incessantly, wetting her face and sticking to her hair strands. “Please, I beg you. Can you release me? I know you hold a grudge against the Swan family, but that time by the sea, I already experienced death once. Why won’t you let me go? Clearly… I didn’t do anything, so why… why must I bear all this? Eric… I really don’t dare to love you anymore. Can you release me, please? I’m begging you!”
Being with him is truly unbearable.
I’ve even risked my own life for this.
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