Joye had been sitting in the Jeep for several hours. Ever since she left the amusement park and was helped into the car, she never shed another tear. She just quietly looked out of the window like a frozen statue. Her eyes were motionless. Her forlorn figure was heartbreakingly sad.
Yvon sat next to her. His heart ached for her but he couldn't give her any comfort. Sometimes, the quieter you are, the more pain your heart would feel. When you experienced extreme hurt, the last thing you’d want to hear was words of consolation.
Before it was dark, a large number of people came out of the amusement park. Yvon rolled down the window and looked up at the sky. Only then, he noticed that the sky had changed. The originally good weather suddenly turned gray. It looked like it was about to be a spring shower.
The cold wind suddenly blew in. Joye shivered and blinked her eyes, coming out of her stupor. "I’m sorry, you can send me back now."
She was in so much pain that she had forgotten that there was another person beside her.
"Joye, if you want to drink, I can take you to the bar."
Yvon quickly closed the window, but she shook her head and refused. "No, I want to go back to my apartment."
She didn't want to be drunk because of someone else's man or the father of someone else's child.
"Okay, I'll send you back."
Yvon sat in the driver's seat and turned on the heater to dispel the cold wind that had just entered.
Twenty minutes later, the Jeep stopped at Joye's apartment. Yvon got out of the car and opened the door for her. Joye got out of the car with a pale face.
Beep! Beep!
The shrill sound of the car honk made her face turn even paler. She turned and saw the familiar Rolls-Royce and Shawn’s gloomy eyes not far away.
He was smirking with a smile in his eyes as if he was mocking her embarrassment.
The car door opened, and Joye stepped out of the car with her slender legs. Only then did she realize that his smiling face was actually full of danger.
Yvon stepped forward and protected Joye behind him. "Shawn, don't hurt her anymore."
"Ha!"
Shawn snorted coldly and looked past Yvon to look at the pale woman hiding behind.
"She is my wife. What position are you in, to say that to her husband?"
Yvon kept quiet
Then he frowned. "A husband who hurts his wife doesn't deserve her at all."
"Then are you worthy of her? Don't you feel dirty when you use the woman I used?"
Hearing this, Joye clenched her fists. Her nails dug into her flesh, but she didn't feel the physical pain.
Yvon grabbed Shawn’s collar and his gentle expression turned into anger. "Shawn, watch what you say!"
"We are family. You should understand how I am. I, Shawn, will destroy the things I don't want, I will never leave it for others."
Shawn tilted his head and raised the corners of his devilish eyes. He suddenly swung his fist and didn't give Yvon any time to react before it landed on his face.
Thud!
Yvon felt a chill in his eyes, the cold was as sharp as a knife. He talked like a soldier going into battle against the enemy. "Then I will also protect the woman I like."
The atmosphere felt as if a war was about to break out. Then, Joye came out from behind Yvon and pulled his arm away.
"Enough! Yvon, can you go back first? I want to solve my problems with him. Alone."
"Joye…"
Joye looked into Yvon’s concerned eyes. Although her voice was very soft, she was particularly persistent. "Just go, please?”
He wanted to do it downstairs...
"Let go of me!"
Using the last bit of strength in her body, she struggled hard, but she was no match for his strength.
Her clothes were wet from the rain and she was terribly cold. Her back was constantly lacerated by the rough bark through her wet clothes. A burning pain flared through her.
"I've warned you. Don't try to cheat on me. Joye, you've been so naughty!"
Joye's face was getting redder and redder. She was almost out of breath, but her eyes were bright.
"Cheat?"
Hadn't he cheated on her many more times?
At the end, who was the naughty one?
Shawn was a little annoyed by her gaze and suddenly lessened the force in his hand. His thin lips that were stained with rain pressed down on her cold and trembling lips as he bit her hard.
Blood immediately flowed out of Joye's lips. She took a deep breath, but he forcefully continued to press his lips on hers. The strong taste of blood on the tip of her tongue made her tremble uncontrollably.
Shawn didn't want to kiss her. He wanted to punish her. He bit her tongue with his sharp teeth and wouldn’t stop until it bled.
Joye shivered at the sound of thunder and felt that the tip of her tongue was bleeding.
The lightning made the dark sky light up for a moment. She looked at the angry man in front of her, his expression was evil because of his anger. His eyes were burning with rage. It was as if he was going to bite her to death.
Lightning struck one after another. She felt pain again and again, but at the same time, she felt a sense of panic. She remembered that her teacher had taught her not to take shelter from the rain under the tree. Otherwise, she would be struck by lightning.
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