Charlotte was whimpering in pain over her eyes. She scratched on Zachary’s arms hard, leaving bloodied lines all over.
However, the man seemed unfazed by the pain as she scratched on. He wiped off the lipstick on her lips and gritted through his teeth, “Look at yourself right now! You look like a whore!”
“What does it have to do with you? Let me go…”
Charlotte wrestled the man furiously.
However, the man opened another bottle of wine and poured it all over her face and body.
It seemed like he was trying to cleanse her sins off of her.
Charlotte finally fell silent when the man poured another bottle of wine over her. She slumped against the sofa, shifting uneasily from the heat, and panted lightly.
Her chest heaved up and down from the panting as she tried to catch her breath. The woman’s porcelain-fair skin was accentuated by the ruby red liquid and the dim lighting, alluring and inviting.
Zachary’s eyes burned with lust, but he did not lay a finger on her. He took off his coat and wrapped it around her half-naked body. Then, he carried her and exited the private room.
The woman leaned her head against his chest silently, drained from her previous attempt to free herself.
Zachary carried her all the way to his car and drove away.
His bodyguards knew better than to trail behind their boss.
Sultry Night was only a stone’s throw away from Storm Hotel. They reached there in just a few minutes.
As usual, Zachary parked his car at the back of the hotel. The manager was already waiting to greet his guests.
He carried Charlotte upstairs and dumped her into a tub full of water.
Then, he turned around and headed to another bathroom to take a shower. However, he rushed back to the tub when he noticed sounds of water splashing.
He was greeted by the sight of Charlotte struggling in the bathtub as if she was about to drown.
“Idiot!”
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