Divorced and Dominant Now You Cry novel Chapter 418

“If you seek to own Blossom Hall, does that mean you intend to own me as well, Mr. Gray?” Elise asked.

Her expression turned cold, shifting her persona instantly into that of a cold, distant beauty a change that only seemed to add a new, intoxicating layer to her undeniable charm.

“If you’re willing to give yourself to me, Ms. Haywood, I certainly wouldn’t say no. I doubt there’s a man alive who wouldn’t want to possess a woman as beautiful as you,” Ashton replied, making no effort to hide his desire.

His attraction to her was deep, primal, and entirely physical.

“You shouldn’t waste any more time on this shameless man, Elise! You should just take him down and force him to hand over the formula for the Complexion Elixir!” Whitney had reached her limit with Ashton’s insolence, having never seen anyone provoke Elise in such a manner.

But much to Whitney’s bewilderment, Elise’s cold facade vanished as quickly as it had appeared, replaced by a light, airy chuckle. There was no sign of hostility anywhere on her face.

She then said in a voice that was both deep and incredibly alluring, “I’m afraid it simply wouldn’t be possible, even if you want me or even if I were willing to give myself to you, Mr. Gray.”

“Why?” Ashton asked, locking his gaze on Elise’s. He noted a hint of sadness that instantly stirred his sympathy and affection.

Elise replied softly, “It’s because I’m the Sage’s lover. He is the ruler of the criminal underworld in Javonbury, and no one is foolish enough to claim what is his. Those who ever entertained such thoughts have long since vanished from the face of the earth.”

“It’s because of the Sage, huh?” Ashton rose to his feet, exuding an overwhelming presence as he approached Elise.

He gently lifted her chin and said in a commanding tone, “I never considered that impotent old fool worth my attention! I’m only interested to know whether you’re still chaste, Ms. Haywood.”

He leaned in close, his hot breath brushing over Elise’s ear, and said earnestly, “I’m genuinely captivated by you. I hate the thought of that old geezer ever having touched you–though I suspect that an impotent man like him has the capacity to be interested in any woman.”

Elise’s body trembled as she turned away, trying to escape Ashton’s brazen advances.

Yet, before she could gain any distance, Ashton pulled her into a firm embrace. He then flashed a roguish, sly smile and said, “I can tell that you’ve never been with a man before, Ms. Haywood.”

That scene was thick with an undeniable, lingering tension and ambiguity. Those in Blossom Hall, Whitney included, stared at the scene in disbelief. They were stunned by Ashton’s audacity, but what shocked them more was Elise’s total lack of resistance.

Elise, given her formidable cultivation and her Bewitching Gaze, could have stopped Ashton from taking. liberties with her.

Whitney’s eyes flickered slightly as a realization began to dawn on her. She realized then that, regardless of how beguiling Elise appeared, she was still a woman at heart.

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Elise, as a woman, was imprisoned by her status as the Sape desire for women and treated her with total avoidance.

lover, yet the bitter truth was that the Sage felt no

Thus, while she remained the most beautiful woman in Javonbury, she had lived in a desert of isolation for a decade, with no man brave enough or allowed to come near her.

Ashton, showing contempt for the Sage, full of arrogance and defiance, and yet admiring her elegance and beauty, had suddenly appeared before Elise. How could Elise remain indifferent toward Ashton at this point? She probably hadn’t resisted Ashton due to this, even finding some enjoyment in it.

“You’d better let go of me now!” Elise snapped out of her daze and hurriedly pushed Ashton away, her chest heaving in agitation. She then glared at him and snapped, “Do you have a death wish, Mr. Gray?”

“Who has the ability to kill me, Ms. Haywood?” Ashton asked arrogantly. He knew full well that a woman like Elise wasn’t easy to conquer. He had to show her that he was stronger than the Sage–and infinitely more compelling

“Do you not fear the Sage? He’s the absolute ruler of the criminal underworld in Javonbury! You are still no match for him with your current strength!” Elise declared gravely.

Ashton wore a look of utter disdain. “Why would I be afraid of an impotent old geezer? I should also mention that Rhonda and Hazel belong to me now. That foolish Sage of yours is powerless against me!”

“W–What did you just say?” Elise’s eyes widened in surprise.

Hazel was the Sage’s most beloved youngest daughter, and Rhonda was the woman the Sage kept at his side to mask his impotence. How could Ashton claim that those two women actually belonged to him now?

How utterly ridiculous!