Eunice was taken aback, her hand suspended in mid-air, momentarily forgetting to react.
Blaze has been so terribly ruined by Kurt, and this man still wants to marry her?
Jealousy was spreading wildly within her. I really want to tell him about Blaze's experiences and how that despicable b*tch was toyed with by Kurt.
However, she didn't dare.
By exposing that, wouldn't she be essentially admitting that she was a fraud?
Yet, it didn't matter anymore because she believed that man's embrace would only belong to her in the future.
Moreover, she could seize this opportunity to get closer to the man she truly loved in her heart.
In the past, she dared not even dream of getting close to him.
Her wish was about to come true.
As long as she was given the opportunity to get close to the man who was like a deity, she could bewitch him with her art of perfumery, making her the only woman to exist in his eyes.
As for that despicable woman by his side, she can just get lost.
“Blaze, what's wrong with you? Please don't scare me.”
Cameron noticed that the woman before him suddenly stopped struggling as if she had become serene, and he immediately became anxious.
“I won't touch you anymore. I won't. Please stop torturing yourself like this. Can you please stop torturing yourself?”
His voice pulled Eunice back from her wandering thoughts. Once again, she curled up her body, burying her head between her knees.
“Don't come near. Don't come near. I'm not worthy of you. I won't marry you. I won't.”
Cameron was desperate to prove that he didn't despise her and that he truly wanted to marry her.
But when he met her terrified gaze, all his urgency turned into bitterness, seeping bit by bit into his every cell, causing him to drown in unbearable pain.
These days, she had been enduring Kurt's coercion. How could he continue to force her to face it now?
She was hurt, both physically and emotionally. He should stay by her side, soothe her pain, and only then discuss the future with her.
“All right. I won't pressure you, nor will I invade your space. Let's head back, get a good night's sleep, and forget about everything by tomorrow. It will be a fresh new start.”
These past few days, Catherine and Simon had been cooped up in the mansion.
The task of reorganizing the Rogers family affairs was assigned to professionals by Simon, so even if she wanted to get involved, Simon wouldn't let her step out of the house.
These past few days, she truly experienced what it felt like to lose track of time.
A man who hasn't touched a woman in years is truly... indescribable.
This time, he has had his way with me down to the bone.
Inside the room, Catherine slumped listlessly against the head of the bed, looking as if she had lost all will to live.
That scoundrel Simon, he's really gone too far.
The moment he let himself go, completely disregarding any boundaries or principles, he has been spending every minute and every second with me.
Creak!
The door swung open.
When Catherine saw that radiant, handsome face, she was so annoyed that she didn't want to speak to him.
She was so frustrated.
Even though he was the one constantly moving, why was she the one ending up with a sore back and waist in the end?
“You're awake? You must be hungry. I've prepared some light food for you. Have something to eat first.”
After he finished speaking, Simon kicked open the door with his foot, then walked into the room carrying a tray.
Catherine was terrified of him now. She shrank her neck and said with a trembling voice, “Let... Let the housekeeper come in to attend to me, and then stay away from me.”
Seeing the look of terror on his future wife's face and her acting as if she was a little bunny who had just seen a big bad wolf, Simon couldn't help but feel a headache coming on.
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