I Chose Me Over My Marriage novel Chapter 203

"Lyra, I always loved how lively you were. Since you're awake, talk to me. It's just the two of us now. No one else can interfere with us anymore."

If anyone else heard Maxwell, they would assume his words were dripping with devotion.

But to Lyra, it sounded like an absolute mockery.

"Maxwell, whatever it is you're trying to do, the second I walk out of here alive, I will make you pay."

Maxwell acted as if he didn't hear a word, continuing in his own delusional world. "Lyra, I didn't cherish you properly before. But don't worry, from now on, I'll hold you in the palm of my hand. I'll never let anyone bully you again."

He was entirely absorbed in his own fantasy, but to Lyra, it was nothing more than a pathetic display of fake affection.

"Maxwell, do you really think this is going to work?"

Perhaps it was the sudden, eerie calmness in Lyra's voice that finally made Maxwell pause.

"I don't love you anymore. Forcing this is pointless. No matter what twisted methods you use to keep me here, you will never trap my heart."

Hearing this, Maxwell's face contorted into something ugly.

His intense possessiveness exploded, his eyes gleaming with a desperate, reckless frenzy.

"It doesn't matter, Lyra. I can wait. You loved me once, so there's no way you can just throw those feelings away so quickly. I know I can make you fall in love with me again."

Lyra let out a mocking scoff. "Don't you feel ridiculous saying that? I'm warning you, let me go right now, or I swear I'll destroy you."

"Lyra, you've always been so smart, but why can't you read the room right now? You're in my hands. Whatever I want to do to you, you can't escape. Plus, this place is completely isolated. No one is coming to interrupt us."

As he finished speaking, Lyra felt him sit up.

Then came the rustling sound of clothes being taken off.

As it turned out, she won the bet.

The next second, Maxwell pulled the blindfold off her face.

The harsh glare of the lights forced Lyra to squeeze her eyes shut. It took her a few moments to finally open them.

The room's layout looked exactly like a hotel suite, fully furnished with everything one could need.

Maxwell was sitting right beside her, gazing at her with sickening tenderness.

Meeting his eyes, Lyra fought down her nausea and asked coldly, "Why did you kidnap me?"

"Lyra, I had no other choice," he said, sounding utterly defeated. "If you hadn't refused to even look at me, why would I have resorted to this?"

With that, he leaned over her on the bed, hovering like a devoted zealot.