His eyes sent out a dim glare when he accidentally saw the top of someone's head, and he shouted, "Show Yourself!"
Verena bit her low lip. A breath was caught upon her chest. She dared neither to swallow it down, nor to breathe it out, but only to let it be stuck.
Was she be spotted?
Lemuel moved to the side of the bed, watched at the direction where she was hidden and said, "Behind the coach, get out."
Her body trembled slightly when she heard his soft voice. She silently turned up from the back of the coach.
Lemuel shot her an icy glance. He slightly pursed his lips, and his heartless voice sounded again, "Maybe it is because of my rare mercy that you have been spoiled, and think you have some decency to behave so recklessly! Wouldn't you say?"
Verena couldn't be bothered to answer his harsh accusation. Instead, she asked, "On what terms will you agree to marry me?"
"Over my dead body!"
Her tone had transformed from tough in the first place to be compromised at last. There was an request encoded in her voice that said,"I will do whatever you want as long as you agree to marry me."
He sneered at her while a fickle look was twinkling between his dark eyes, "Are you really that desperate?"
A blood stain had been popped at her lips by the work of her teeth. She still not unleashed her tight bite when a word of her was thrown out, "Yes!"
"Would you really do anything for me?"
After a few second of hesitation, she decided to take her chance. She closed her eyes, and said, "Of course."
She had got no other options, no way to escape since the moment her father was sent to the hospital and the moment when she placed her signature on her contract with Wilson Lawson.
Lemuel sat leisurely on the coach, putting his index finger downside the table. With an evil hint, he gave a meaningful instruction with that swift momentum of his thin lips, "Very Well, undress yourself please!"
Heard what the man said, Verena was struck dumbfounded. She looked at Lemuel in puzzlement and did not move, at all.
"You said yourself that you would do anything if I marry you. Just take off your clothes, and that's all. I don't suppose it is that difficult! Is it?"
"What exactly do you want?" she stared at him with alert in her eyes.
"You don't need to be informed no matter what I am going to do. The only thing for you to do right now is do as I say. Otherwise, you can get your pretty ass out!" ruthless was Lemuel's words, "You asked for this! I don't think I have ever forced you, right?" Verena stood there speechless with a face as pale as the midnight's moon.
He was not wrong, not at all! She volunteered to get close to me, and he never forced her. The thing was, even if she was forced, she was forced by herself.
"I don't have the patience for you. Choose quickly, either remove your dress, or remove your ass."
At this point, all she could do was follow his instruction!
Ignoring her shaking eyelashes, she began the process to undress herself. She slowly unbuttoned her sleeping pajamas.
The lower her hands went, the harder her trembling heart was. It had been completely off her control, and even clearer to her was the sound of her heartbeat.
Pit-A-Pat, Pit-A-Pat…
At last, the final button was unlocked. Her pajamas that once covered her body slowly slipped to the ground.
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