Divorced and Dominant Now You Cry novel Chapter 420

Whitney’s voice grew even

Ashton looked at the incomparably enchanting Whitney, knowing full well the latter had employed the bewitching arts on him. His thoughts begin to sluggishly stall in that singular space and setting, as primal desires gradually seized the center of his consciousness.

grew even more alluring, seemingly able to drag one’s darkest desire into the light.

“How powerful!” Ashton thought about Whitney’s bewitching arts, his mind jolting with alarm. He felt a brief, jarring daze despite his formidable willpower, as if his very soul had been snatched away.

Whitney, seizing the moment of his distraction, had already glided to Ashton’s side. Her delicate hands wandered over his body while her gaze locked onto his, unleashing her bewitching arts to their fullest extent.

He would be nothing more than her puppet if he yielded to her bewitchment. She couldn’t wait to see if Ashton would still hold onto his brazen attitude once he was under her thumb.

To Whitney’s surprise–though Ashton’s gaze appeared clouded by her bewitchment–his hands roamed provocatively before gripping her narrow waist. She instantly felt a tremor run through her body.

She might have claimed that she would serve him, but she had never actually intended to sleep with him. She was still a virgin, and she had no desire to surrender her purity to a lecher like Ashton.

She only had one plan in mind–to ensnare Ashton with her charms until he surrendered the formula to the Complexion Elixir of his own free will, then hand him over to the Sage’s disposal.

Yet, it seemed like the plan was unraveling. Ashton was becoming increasingly bold and handsy, to the point that he began tugging at her garments to rip them open.

Whitney let out a sharp cry of surprise and backed away, wary of getting within Ashton’s reach again.

She felt her face burning with a mix of embarrassment and frustration as she gnawed at her lower lip, murmuring in disbelief, “Is my bewitchment not enough? How could Ashton’s resolve be this unshakeable?”

“What’s the matter? You’re supposed to serve me, right?” Ashton asked teasingly.

“Why don’t I perform a dance for you, Mr. Gray? It’d certainly make things much more atmospheric,” Whitney suggested, her expression remaining perfectly composed.

Ashton nodded, replying, “It’s fine by me. Rumor says that every woman in Blossom Hall has her own unique charms. I’m quite curious to see what kind of allure your body possesses when you dance, Ms. Wright.”

Whitney, under the weight of Ashton’s predatory gaze, took a deep breath and forced a captivating smile back onto her face. She then swayed her delicate body, dancing gracefully right before Ashton’s eyes.

It had to be said that Whiney was irresistibly seductive–every movement of hers was incredibly intoxicating.

If Ashton hadn’t had such a strong will and the Drakelborne lineage coursing within him, he might have fallen under Whitney’s control and become her mere puppet. It was unfortunate, however, that this level of bewitchment was simply insufficient to sway him.

Ten minutes later, beads of cold sweat began to dot Whitney’s brow. Ashton, on the other hand, still hadn’t fallen under her bewitchment.

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Instead, he was sizing her up with a look of pure enjoyment and appreciation. She felt a wave of humiliation wash over her, feeling as if she were being toyed with by Ashton.

How could her bewitchment have no effect on him, someone rumored to be a man of strong desire? What was happening?

Whitney suddenly felt an inexplicable dread and confusion wash over her.

Ashton closed in while Whitney was still lost in her spiraling thoughts. He swept her into his embrace, his fingers deftly unfastening her clothes while teasing, “It’s time for us to head to bed.”

Whitney let out a sharp cry. She fought hard against his grip, only to find herself held tightly in Ashton’s firm embrace, leaving no space between them.

She instinctively clamped her legs together, a tingling sensation surging through her while yelling, “Let go of me!”

“What’s the matter? Didn’t you come here to serve me, Ms. Wright?” Ashton asked, a smirk playing on his lips as he watched Whitney’s lovely figure struggle in his arms.

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