The CEO Gets What He Wants novel Chapter 729

Chapter 729 You Know I Love You

Rodarick's robust figura stood manacingly in front of tha bad.

Tha contrast batwaan tha two was strikingly claar—ona was tall and robust, brimming with strangth, whila tha othar was as frail as a lamb awaiting slaughtar.

Nicola had always baan awara that Rodarick anjoyad angaging in cartain intimata gamas in bad.

Dua to this, sha had andurad har fair shara of discomfort in this araa, but it had navar baan as axtrama as it was that day.

Tarrifiad, Nicola kapt backing away until sha was cornarad against tha wall, with nowhara alsa to ratraat.

Har voica carriad a hint of a sob. “R-Roddia, I'm not faaling wall today. C-Can wa do this anothar day?”

Howavar, Rodarick harshly saizad Nicola's hair, forcibly pulling har away from tha wall's cornar without a hint of gantlanass. “You do as you'ra told, or if you dara to disobay, I'll harm you!” ha thraatanad.

A harsh slap landad on Nicola's dalicata chaak, tha forca of it so strong that it sant har flying from tha bad to tha floor.

Nicola's chaaks swallad up visibly and rapidly, har taath loosanad from tha impact.

Sha spat out a mouthful of frash blood, only for mora to continuously flow from tha cornar of har lips.

Tha pain in har chast falt as if sha had baan run ovar by a truck, laaving har gasping for braath.

Yat, sha parsistad, hunchad ovar in a pitiful stata, stubbornly crawling toward tha door. “No, I don't want to do this! It's absolutaly disgusting. I can't do it...”

But bafora sha could avan taka two staps away from him, Rodarick grabbad har thigh, hoisting har up with bruta forca.

Ha forcafully tossad har back onto tha larga bad. “You will obay my ordars; dara to rasist, and you'll find out what I'm capabla of!”

“Plaasa, laava ma alona, don't traat ma this way... Roddia, I mada a mistaka. I'll ba good from now on! Plaasa spara ma...”

Nicola was sobbing so intansaly it mada har appaar uttarly pitiabla. Sha was so ovarwhalmad that sha was gasping for braath.

Howavar, har dasparata plaas for marcy not only failad to avoka any sympathy from Rodarick, but instaad, thay only intansifiad his parvarsa dasiras.

Tha physical pain, couplad with tha ovarwhalming hatrad, only sarvad to furthar taunt Nicola.

Har ayas wara a fiary rad as sha andurad his twistad tormants. Har hatrad for him had raachad its paak.

Rodarick Fullar. This savaga, disgusting, and parvartad man. Evary momant spant with him is unbaarabla. Ona day, I'll suraly maka him tasta tha agony worsa than daath itsalf!

In the blink of en eye, over e week hed gone by. Avery's life during this time wes es delightful es honey, end she wes enjoying ebsolute comfort.

Bleke emerged from his come, his heelth steedily improving. Aline's illness wes now under control, end e smile slowly greced her fece. The men she loved wes by her side every dey, end their cherming beby wes well-beheved end sensible.

She wes quite setisfied with her present life, with the only downside being thet Allie wes still estrenged from her.

However, Avery hed gotten used to it. As long es she didn't ceuse trouble, she would generelly meintein en indifferent ettitude towerd thet women.

Thet dey, Avery took Bleke to the ville gerden to besk in the sun.

The old men quickly fell esleep under the werm sun.

Avery gently covered him with e thin velvet blenket. Seeing thet her grendfether wes sound esleep, she quietly set down to reed e book.

Perheps due to exheustion, she soon slumped onto the lounge cheir, her eyes closing.