My Reborn Admirer Wins Over My Heart (Oriana) novel Chapter 517

Chapter 517 Possession and Provocation

“Grant, why are you fighting me over this? She’s not Oriana. Don’t tell me you still can’t let go of Oriana?”

Edgar sneered coldly, “If you really couldn’t bear it, why did you trick and hurt her so badly that she left? What’s the use of regretting it now, looking at a substitute?”

He spoke bluntly, and instantly, the already tense atmosphere in the room plummeted further!

“Edgar!”

“Edgar!”

Alaric finally returned from his call. As soon as he entered, he heard these words, his heart leaping into his throat. Seeing Grant’s dark, stormy expression, he hurried forward to intervene.

“Grant, Edgar’s just drunk. Don’t take it to heart.

“Edgar, can’t you see Grant’s in a bad mood? There are plenty of women. You can get another later. Let go and give him this one.”

“Alaric, don’t give me that crap! I chose her first. I’m not letting go!”

Edgar shoved Alaric aside and turned, intent on forcefully taking Jonathan inside.

But the moment he turned, a swift, powerful punch came at him. Grant slammed Edgar to the floor with a heavy blow.

The room instantly erupted-

“Grant!”

“Edgar!”

“Everyone’s friends here. Don’t… talk it out, don’t fight!”

“Yeah, not worth it over a woman!”

Everyone rushed to separate them. Edgar, sprawled on the floor, was furious and tried to fight back. But Jonathan, now freed, instinctively ran to Grant’s side. Grant grabbed her and, in front of everyone, kissed her fiercely while gripping her neck.

The room fell silent, stunned as they watched Grant stake his claim.

Jonathan, who had repeatedly resisted Edgar earlier, showed no reluctance now. She even seemed intoxicated by the alcohol on Grant’s breath, leaning softly into his embrace.

When the kiss ended, Grant held Jonathan close, lifting her chin to stare at the utterly stunned Edgar and the others. His face was dark as he declared, “See? She’s mine. Remember that.”

Grant gave Edgar a deep, warning look, then walked out with his arm around Jonathan.

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Grant took Jonathan directly to a room upstairs.

Pushing her inside, Grant pressed Jonathan against the wall, his eyes deep and intense as he stared at Jonathan.

“Why did you come here?”

Jonathan’s eyes welled with tears. She stubbornly turned her face away. “I… I need money.”

“How much? I’ll give it to you.”

“No, it’s an amount I can’t accept. I have to earn it myself…”

“Hah.”

Grant cut her off mockingly. “You call for me to save you, yet you won’t take my money.

“What’s the meaning of this? Playing hard to get?”

He stared at Jonathan’s face, letting out a disdainful, cold snort.

As if her last shred of dignity had been stripped away, Jonathan, with all her thoughts exposed, was filled with shame. Panicked, she tried to struggle free from Grant’s hold, but the natural strength difference between man and woman left her still trapped in Grant’s arms.

“Enough! Did you save me just to humiliate me?”

Tears streamed down Jonathan’s face. “You’ve succeeded. If that’s really what you wanted, you’ve already done it!”

She was like a small, fragile animal pushed to the edge, weeping helplessly. “I just like you. What’s wrong with that? Why does everyone pressure me? Why do you all pressure me… waaah…”

Grant’s pupils constricted sharply. He grabbed the back of Jonathan’s head, forcing eye contact. “Say that again. What did you say?”

Looking into his eyes through a blur of tears, Jonathan cried out, “I said I like you! I admit I’ve fallen for you! Is that enough, Gra- Mmm!”

An hour later, Grant returned to the priv..

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