Divorced and Dominant Now You Cry novel Chapter 642

Chapter 642

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Eunice acted with a wild, unrestrained passion, giving herself over entirely to the surge of her own longings.

Ashton was completely blindsided by the sheer madness of this woman, who clearly had more beauty than brains. She really lived up to the reputation of the Pyric constitution.

He fought to keep his own lust in check, trying to shove her back. He had no intention of getting even more mixed up with her than he already was.

Eunice clung to him with everything she had, her eyes burning with fervor as the energy of her Pyric constitution continued to spill forward.

With a voice thick with heat and magnetism, she yelled, “You can’t fool me! You’re Lord Reaper–everything you’re doing is exactly the same as that night! How hateful! Why do you have to be the man I love most in the world?”

Eunice scolded Ashton even as she ripped off his clothes, surrendering herself with a desperate, reckless fervor.

Under the statue’s shadow, Ashton’s Drakell technique descended into madness. His Drakeborne lineage and her Pyric constitution hit a frequency that made them both lose it. His aggression and desire surged like an inferno, swallowing his

consciousness entirely.

They were intertwined again, mirroring that fateful night with an even greater madness. They were lost in the indescribable for two hours, leaving the air inside the church thick with a lingering, fiery haze.

It took a while before Eunice finally got dressed. She looked down at the scratches on her skin and shot Ashton a resentful, blushing glare. The man was as overbearing and dominant as ever.

She had held the upper hand at first, but in the end, she had been totally overpowered, unable to do anything but give in.

“Why did you lie to me, Ashton?” Eunice asked as she pinned up her hair. Her face looked incredibly striking in the moonlight. Her clothes were still half–open, showing off her fair, flawless skin.

She looked like something out of a masterpiece with mist in her eyes and devotion in her gaze–completely captivating and vulnerable at the same time.

Ashton sighed helplessly before checking his internal state, only to find that his health had nearly been restored to its peak.

He muttered under his breath as a new realization about the Drakell technique dawned on him, “It seems like the level of the partner’s initiative and fervor directly correlates to the technique’s success–the more proactive they are, the greater the amount of spiritual energy I can absorb.”

He then responded to Eunice’s question, replying gravely, “It’s because my identity is classified in the Legion. It’s strictly forbidden to disclose it to anyone.”

“You failed to keep your secret from me in the end!” Eunice huffed, her gaze lingering on Ashton’s bronzed skin and his powerful, well–defined physique.

She couldn’t help but press her legs tightly together as she took in the sight of his perfect physique, the vivid images of their frantic encounter flashing through her mind.

“I don’t want my friendship with Roxy to be ruined because of you, so I came here to put an end to this with you tonight, Ashton! I won’t be doing it with you anymore. Do you get it, Ashton?”

Eunice’s heart skipped a beat the moment she said it. She felt an overwhelming sense of reluctance washing over her, making the thought of parting unbearable.

“Fine by me,” Ashton stated calmly.

He couldn’t deny his infatuation with her Pyric constitution–he sensed there was much more to explore within her–but he wanted to avoid any further complications involving Roxy’s circle.

Chapter 642

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