Divorced and Dominant Now You Cry novel Chapter 413

Whitney let out a light, teasing laugh moments later. She pressed her entire delicate body against Ashton, her fair hand exploring his chest before she deliberately unfastened a button on his shirt.

She then purred in a low, alluring voice, “How could we possibly be unaware of your tastes if Ms. Haywood has extended such a sincere invitation to you, Mr. Gray?

“You can rest assured that I’m still a virgin, saving my first night for the most important person at Blossom Hall!

Having said that, Whitney swiftly shifted her position, making a clear move to kiss Ashton and consummate their arrangement immediately, without waiting to leave the vehicle.

She was absolutely a peerless beauty, flawless in both figure and appearance. In the end, what truly captivated most men was the devastating power of her languid, captivating charm and her revealing outfits, which made her seem more dangerously alluring than an actual temptress.

In addition to this potent mix was her most vital feature–she retained an air of untainted innocence, a raw, pure desire woven into her charm that promised to steal the sanity of any man who beheld her.

Yet, to Whitney’s absolute surprise, just as her lips were about to meet his, Ashton abruptly and forcefully shoved her away.

She was tossed back into her seat.

She instantly adopted a pitiful, tearful expression, asking, “Is it because you disapprove of my background, Mr. Gray? Is there some fault in me that repulses you?”

Ashton simply gazed out at the scenery rushing past the car window and replied with a chuckle, “It’s neither of those reasons. I don’t take rewards without earning them, and should I choose to accept your offer, I’m quite certain that the necessary prostitution fee would be far beyond my means!”

That phrase “prostitution fee” hit Whitney like a stinging, resonant slap across the face once more. That marked the second time Ashton had brazenly insulted both her and Blossom Hall.

Whitney’s eyes narrowed instantly, becoming dangerously cold as a palpable, thick intent to kill emanated from her.

She snarled, “Ms. Haywood has made it clear that you don’t have to pay anything, Mr. Gray!”

Whitney managed to squeeze out a strained smile as she fully grasped the impossibility of conquering Ashton before they even stepped inside Blossom Hall. She knew the wager she had made with Elise was already lost.

It was only then that Whitney took a serious, comprehensive look at Ashton, noting that the man beside him exuded an overwhelming sense of mystery.

She could feel a raging inferno within him–something scalding and fiercely intense that made her feel, chillingly, like the prey.

Did Ashton really stymie the Sage? He was, indeed, more formidable than she realized.

“You ought to know that anything given away for nothing inevitably bears a heavy price!”

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Ashton smiled faintly, reaching to cradle Whitney’s chin in his hand, and continued in a low voice, “In addition, I desire absolute devotion and genuine submission, not calculated ulterior motives! You don’t have to be in a hurry–we have a long road ahead of us!”

Ashton instantly felt his Drakell technique activate at the sight of Whitney. He thought that if the opportunity arose and if she proved to be genuinely untainted, he was entirely open to claiming her.

Whitney trembled faintly, suddenly finding herself unable to meet Ashton’s gaze.

“We have arrived, Mr. Gray.”

It wasn’t long before the luxury car pulled to a stop outside a series of adjacent, sprawling villas.

Whitney smoothly disembarked, then ushered Ashton toward the most ostentatiously decorated residence among them.

“Welcome to Blossom Hall, Mr. Gray!”

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then that a voice, as though gliding from an ethereal realm, drifted gently into Ashton’s ears, instantly rendering his entire body languid and receptive, as though he were hearing the most divine melody.

Ashton momentarily froze, then snapped his head up to regard Elise as she walked toward him with measured

grace.

In that instant, his heartbeat accelerated, and the Drakell Technique surged through his system. His gaze ignited with powerful, undeniable desire.

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