I Loved You in the Dark Until Someone Loved Me in the Light novel Chapter 141

Gillian hadn't done something like this in a long time, but muscle memory took over as she instinctively began washing his back.

Her automatic movements brought a cynical, bitter smile to her lips.

How ridiculous, how utterly pathetic that for five whole years, she had meticulously cared for him day and night, trying to warm his cold heart.

Yet, in the end, he still chose to run into another woman's arms, and now, even on the verge of divorce, she was still here serving him in the bath.

As she reached around his back to wash York's chest, he grew restless, his large hands suddenly yanking Gillian right into the tub—

Her heart leaped into her throat as she crashed against his chest, the warm bathwater soaking completely through her clothes.

The man cupped the back of her head, his hot, alcohol-laced breath washing over her as he kissed her lips with a burning intensity.

This kiss was intoxicating and greedy, a dense, lingering entanglement as if he could never get enough.

Gillian struggled, but she couldn't break free.

Even drunk, the force he used to hold the back of her head was overwhelming, while his other hand locked tightly around her waist, pinning her in place.

The water in the tub was completely warm, and the sensual tension in the air climbed rapidly.

Gillian took a deep breath, her face flushed red amidst the bathroom's thick steam. "York, wake up! Look closely, I'm not her, stop mistaking me for someone else!"

Her shout caused York's movements to pause.

His pitch-black pupils locked onto her face, swirling with drunken intoxication and a heavy, intense emotion she couldn't quite decipher.

Instead, the way he looked at her made her heart race with sudden panic.

Gillian took a deep breath, looking away as she repeated once more, "York, you've got the wrong person."

But York suddenly grabbed the back of her head again and pulled her in for another kiss. His breath was scorching and dominant as he muttered in a raspy, slurred voice, "I wouldn't mistake you for anyone else. You're my wife."

He was incredibly forceful, every single word laced with absolute certainty that he wasn't mistaken—even though he had already made this mistake countless times before...

Gillian felt a suffocating wave of despair.

Every time she had tried to snap him out of it in the past, he would wake up, apologize, and admit he really had mistaken her.

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