Wincing in pain, Scarlett raised her hand and slapped Yardley hard across his handsome face.
"Yardley, you're out of your damn mind!"
The very next second, Yardley seized both her wrists, pinning them high above her head.
He trailed kisses down her elegant neck, aggressively leaving a trail of dark, bruising marks across her collarbone and the radiant skin below.
Just as Scarlett was about to curse him out, he captured her lips again, kissing her so fiercely and frantically that it stole all the air from her lungs.
It felt like an eternity. Only when Scarlett felt like she was on the verge of suffocating did Yardley finally pull away.
He gripped her slender neck, his eyes burning with an intense, possessive fire.
"Remember, you are my wife!"
"You're sick!" Scarlett gritted her teeth.
Yardley stared at her, a twisted smirk on his lips. He was teetering on the edge of utter insanity.
"Yeah, I'm sick. You've pushed me to the brink of losing my mind."
Scarlett glared at him furiously. Capitalizing on a brief moment of slack in his grip, she brought her knee up hard, aiming directly for his groin.
"Then go die, and stop acting like a psycho in front of me!"
Yardley dodged swiftly. Though the hit didn't land, it forced him to release his hold on her.
Scarlett instantly scrambled out of his reach.
She looked down at the shocking red marks blooming across her chest, then raised a hand to wipe the blood seeping from the corner of her mouth. Her eyes blazed with intense fury.
This feeling—of desperately trying to sever ties, only to be forcefully pinned down and kissed—was infuriating and deeply humiliating!
She, Scarlett Langley, was going to finalize this divorce from Yardley Flynn as fast as humanly possible!
She squeezed her eyes shut, her voice dropping to ice.
"Yardley, get ready. Tomorrow, you will be served with two lawsuits. One for divorce, and the other regarding the copyright dispute over Zenith Tower."
"I am going to win both of those cases. If you don't believe me, just wait and see!"
With that, Scarlett decisively shoved the car door open, desperate to escape this suffocating space.
However, Yardley reached out and slammed his hand against the door, holding it shut.
His gaze was heavy, filled with a deep, crushing exhaustion.


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