Take Control of Yourself, Please novel (Anna and Liam) novel Chapter 350

Liam squinted his eyes.

He looked at Anna who stood in front of him, stripped bare, and a flash of hurt passed through him.

As if a piece of his heart had been cut off, and as if something was slowly disappearing into the air.

The feeling made him panic for a moment, then his fury overtook him.

He hated Anna's current expression, the one she wore when she was trying to hide her pain. It was clear she was hurt to the core and yet tried her best to fake nonchalance.

"Anna Hamilton, if I wanted a woman, many will make themselves available. Don't think you are the only one."

Liam reached out a long arm and held her jaw tightly i n between his fingers.

"Don’t think just because I enjoy your body, you can act out however you want."

She would rather be his servant than beg for his forgiveness?

He pushed her roughly onto the bed, pinning her beneath him, his hands tearing at her clothes wildly. Within moments, her thin clothes turned into scraps o f cloth, falling across the floor.

A dominating kiss ravaged her lips, without an ounce of love or affection, venting all his anger in that single kiss. He bit her lips harshly, pain and blood flooding her mouth.

Anna pursed her lips with all her might, the tears hiding in the corners of her eyes finally overflowing, running down her face in rivulets, dampening the bedsheets.

It was like an unfeeling doll, allowing his violent assaults on her body.

Suddenly, he paused in his actions, stared at her for a moment.

He flipped himself upwards, stood at the foot of the bed, grabbed her jacket, and flung it onto her body, effectively covering her.

"Get out!"

He strode towards the window, lit a cigarette huffed in two lungfuls of smoke.

He didn't even know why she was so angry.

He only knew he didn’t want another man approaching his woman in any way or form.

Anna got up from the bed woodenly, put on her jacket, and tied it tightly around herself.

Without a backward glance at him, she turned and walked out the door.

If he wanted her to leave, she would.

Fortunately, she still had that last piece of clothing left.

At the door, she paused in her tracks and said without looking back, "Director Collins was just telling me I could take my time with the designs, that I didn't have to rush. It's not as dirty as you think!"

Ethan handed her a project, she finished her portion and handed it over to Nina to complete.

Nina told her the sample designs were already done, they could submit it to the client, but she had yet to retrieve the USB drive from Nina.

Maybe Ethan thought the reason why she didn't contact him these few days and didn’t submit the sample designs was because she had encountered some difficulties at work, and sent her that message a s a sign of comfort and encouragement.

At her explanation, Liam felt like a hole had appeared i n his chest.

He promised himself, as long as Anna hesitated, even i f it was mere seconds, he would turn around and pull her into his arms, warning her this was her final chance.

But unexpectedly, the moment Anna finished her sentence, she walked straight out of the door, not an ounce of hesitation in her steps.

Liam heard the sound of the door being slammed shut, it was like the door to his heart had been closed too with her departure.

He smashed the cigarette butt in his hand and let out a low growl.

"Once you leave, never come back!"

"I will never seek you out again—"

Anna walked out of the villa and headed to the streets outside.

In the middle of the night in early autumn, the streets were empty, not even a single car in sight.

Even the cat curled up in the bushes had already fallen asleep.

It was silent all around, without a trace of sound.

The breeze blew through her with a chill, piercing her coat, devouring her body temperature.

But, it was nothing compared to the coldness of her heart.

The autumn leaves fell, rustling slightly, and the wind stinging her faintly as it swept across her pale face.

It was clearly her fault, wasn’t it?

She was entangled with another man.

But why was he feeling this way?

Did he care?

Did he have feelings for her?

No, that was impossible.

Maybe he just thought that this little woman already belonged to him, further interaction with other men meant that she was needy and desperate...

And that meant, she was going behind his back...

What's wrong with punishing her himself?

He just ordered her to be his servant, as long she lowered her stance, and coaxed him till he was happy, maybe a word from her was enough to make him change his mind.

He just ordered her to get out of the bedroom, he didn't order her to disappear from the house.

With so many rooms, there was definitely enough space to accommodate her petite body.

Was she a fool?

Why did she insist on squaring up to him?

He looked at the figure in front, squatted there that shrank into a tiny ball, like a wild cat shivering on the roadside. He wanted to hug her to warm her up.

He walked over slowly.

The volume of her song increased with every step he took.

When he approached her, he could hear the noise coming out of her mouth was a splintered and downtrodden rendition of the National Anthem.

This woman...

He remembered the words she said to him solemnly," The National Anthem is a righteous and virtuous song, it can even be used to ward off ghosts."