He Lost Me to His Best Friend novel Chapter 87

Scarlett's eyes practically bled ice as she screamed, "Yardley, are you trying to force yourself on me again?!"

Yardley narrowed his eyes, his breathing growing heavy as he stared intensely at the woman pinned beneath him.

Compared to the exhausted, hollow shell of a woman she had been weeks ago, she looked incredibly radiant now.

Her complexion was luminous, her eyes sparkled with defiance, and her hair had grown out just enough to soften her features, adding a touch of elegant grace... Simply put, she was stunning.

She had the kind of natural beauty that didn't demand attention when unadorned, but the moment she put in a little effort, she was utterly breathtaking. She was like a raw, unpolished diamond—just a little refinement, and her brilliance was blinding.

Yardley's gaze turned predatory. "Is that a problem? Or... are you telling me you don't want this?"

He was entirely convinced she was playing hard to get. In his mind, when a woman said no, it was just a token protest. All a man had to do was exert a little dominance, apply a little seduction, and she would eventually surrender.

Scarlett's eyes flashed with lethal intent. She immediately brought her knee up, driving it viciously straight into his groin.

Her movement was lightning fast, leaving Yardley no room to dodge. The blow landed perfectly.

"Ugh!"

He recoiled violently, his face twisting into an ugly mask of sheer agony as he staggered backward.

Scarlett quickly scrambled into a sitting position, glaring at him with pure hatred. Through gritted teeth, she spat, "I'm warning you, Yardley. If you ever try to pull a stunt like that again, I'm calling the police."

A heavy, suffocating silence descended over the room.

It took a painfully long time for the excruciating pain radiating through Yardley's body to finally subside.

Refusing to engage with him a second longer, Scarlett stood up and marched straight toward the door.

Yardley grabbed her arm. "Hold on. We need to talk."

"Tell me exactly where my daughter and Zara are, and I will have them brought back here immediately."

Scarlett stared at the men standing outside like an impenetrable fortress, crossing their arms identically, and let out a humorless laugh.

She whirled around, raised her handbag, and hurled it aggressively at Yardley's chest. "What the hell do you think you're doing? Are you actually trying to imprison me?!"

Yardley effortlessly caught the flying bag, setting it down calmly on the entryway console. His gaze turned somber. "Since you refuse to listen to reason, I have no choice but to take extreme measures. I am done letting you throw these childish tantrums."

Scarlett scoffed, her eyes freezing over. "And you actually believe your 'extreme measures' will work on me?"

Yardley's face remained utterly impassive as he effortlessly slipped back into his usual arrogant, dictatorial persona. "I am giving you two choices. Either tell me where my daughter and Zara are so I can bring them home, and the three of us can go back to living a happy life..."

He paused. "Or, you can sit tight right here in Orchard Villa, because you are not going anywhere."

Blinded by fury, Scarlett grabbed a decorative vase from the console, fully intending to hurl it right at his head.