"What's wrong? I was just telling the truth. Did it hurt your pride? Well, there's nothing I can do about that. I have no idea where you get the confidence to think I'd have any feelings for you.
"Could it be that when you're with those young girls, they're pretending to flatter you and butter you up just to fool you, an old man? You actually believe that you can make women fall for you easily? Tsk, tsk, tsk, how pitiful."
"Shut up!" Geoffrey covered her mouth. "Sydney, don't think I don't know you're deliberately provoking me! You're clearly just being stubborn."
He yanked the blanket away, forcefully flipping her over on the bed, making her lie face down.
Grabbing a fistful of her hair, he lifted her head and hissed into her ear, "Sydney, I'll make sure you know the price of being stubborn. Don't even think about leaving tonight!"
His rage consumed him, like a wild beast ravaging its prey. Yet deep inside, his pride had been severely wounded. It was precisely because of this that he had gone mad.
Sydney clutched the pillow, laughing bitterly, her heart filled with a deep sorrow. She wanted to cry, but no tears came. She had lived for half a lifetime and gone through so much. What was there left to cry about? All she could do was laugh.
Geoffrey, true to his word, made her pay the price. He was like a madman, determined to break her spirit.
He gripped her neck, forcing her to submit. He yanked her hair, coercing her into begging for mercy and admitting she was wrong.
But each time, Sydney taunted him, "You're no match for Wesley."
The more she did this, the more enraged Geoffrey became. It wasn't until nightfall that the torment finally ceased.
The phone by the bedside had rung several times, but Geoffrey acted as if he hadn't heard it.
It wasn't until Geoffrey himself was utterly exhausted that he stopped.
He grabbed Sydney's face and turned her toward him, a smug smile playing on his lips. "You stubborn woman. No matter how hard you pretend, your body can't lie."
Sydney remained motionless, too drained even to open her eyes, let alone mock him.
Geoffrey picked up his phone and glanced at the caller ID. It was Yvonne calling.
Noticing that Sydney was already asleep, he answered the phone. "Hello?"
Comments
The readers' comments on the novel: Chasing My Pregnant Wife (Rosalie and Theodore)
Another garbled story with lots of gibberish. Absolute rubbish. I got to chapter 26 and can't anymore...
Too many people involve.. sigh~ this is like the most angst novel i've read.....
I just wish one thing...that the writer will not bring too many unnecessary and unrealistic twists,too many misunderstanding,miscommunication that gives the reader the hint not to continue with the novel. In the long run, We lost our interest in this kind of unending plot....
Thanks for the update !...