Torn Between Love and Hate novel Chapter 135

Chapter 135 Deborah Kissed Him 

Deborah’s wrist was suddenly grabbed, and she suddenly felt dangerous. 

The only thing Deborah knew about Ashton was what Lucien had told her. 

She knew that Ashton had hurt her many times before and that he wasn’t a good person. 

But beyond that, she didn’t remember anything else. 

Deborah’s face changed in an instant, and she anxiously tried to pull her hand away. 

But when Deborah struggled, Ashton’s grasp tightened, and he didn’t give her a chance to break free. 

Ashton’s deep eyes fixated on Deborah like he was watching prey. 

Deborah’s bra still lay on top of her luggage, with the small Joseph pattern on it, which reflected in Ashton’s eyes. 

It destroyed the last bit of restraint Ashton was trying to maintain. 

A desire that had been suppressed for too long began to rise in him as he looked at Deborah. 

Looking at Deborah in front of him, he wanted her and longed to possess her again. 

He wanted to make her cry and beg him. 

Ashton didn’t like how Deborah looked now; she treated him like air and challenged his bottom line in a cold manner. 

Deborah couldn’t withdraw her hand, so she tried to stand up. 

But Ashton rose up with her, grabbing her wrist and pulling her into his arms. 

The faint hint of mint on his body abruptly and clearly entered her nose. 

Deborah never thought anything could be so nauseating. Although it was a good scent that could stimulate one’s senses, at this moment, it made her feel sick more than anything else. 

Ashton’s desire and jealousy quickly clouded his mind, causing him to lose control and act recklessly. 

Ashton hugged Deborah, pressed against her shoulders, and pushed her backward. 

Deborah resisted with red eyes, but Ashton pressed down on her and bit her mouth. 

He bit down on her hard as if he wanted to take a bite out of her flesh, making her eyes go dark with pain. 

Joseph would never have done this to her; he never did in the three years they were together. 

What a husband! Ashton was just an animal! 

Deborah pushed him like crazy, mumbling and cursing him with every vile word she could think of. 

Ashton did not budge. He pushed her to the edge of the bed and pressed down on her shoulders. 

Deborah lost control of her body and fell back onto the bed. 

Ashton pressed Deborah’s wrist onto the pillow and asked her angrily, “His face is painted on your bra. Did foseph touch you?” 

Deborah struggled desperately, and sweat covered her head. 

“Get off me! Even if we’re married, this is still rape. I’ll definitely sue you!” 

sed her ferociously, his dark eyes full of madness and desire. “Debby, I love it when you’re like this. You Eknow how many times I’ve dreamed of you like this over the past three years. You see, this is the real you. If you want to cry, cry; If you want to curse, curse.” 

Deborah suddenly reached out and touched the knife in her coat pocket. 

However, Ashton Immediately noticed that before the knife in her hand could touch him, he had quickly pressed down on her hand. 

Deborah thought Ashton had completely lost control, but he saw she was trying to take the knife. 

Ashton held Deborah’s hand and then exerted some force to open her palm and take the knife away. 

“You still like to use the same methods even after losing your memory. How cute,” Ashton said. 

“When you hated me, you always liked to secretly take a knife and hurt me. Debby, I still remember it very clearly. Sometimes, I dreamt that if I could ever see you again, you would do the same thing.” 

Deborah couldn’t move, so she kicked him desperately. “You lunatic, get away from me!” 

Ashton threw the knife to the ground, losing patience, and leaned in to kiss Deborah, placing his hand on her waist. 

Deborah’s head started buzzing, feeling too weak to struggle, breathing rapidly. 

Ashton slowly realized that something was wrong when he saw Deborah struggling to breathe, her face turning pale and slightly bluish. 

Ashton’s face stiffened. “What’s wrong?” 

Deborah remained silent, still gasping for breath. 

Deborah no longer looked at Ashton with a pained expression on her face. 

Ashton immediately got up and wiped the sweat off her forehead, asking, “Are you feeling unwell?” 

Deborah remained silent. She lay on the bed, trembling as if she was cold. 

Ashton regained his sanity and dared not touch her again, urgently calling for the family doctor to come in. 

Deborah finally spoke, “I’m fine, just go outside.” 

Ashton looked at her pale face, feeling guilty. He hated himself. 

Even though he had endured it for three years, now was not the time to be hasty. Deborah had come all the way to Richmond with him. 

Now, she would hate him even more. 

Ashton felt remorseful and said, ‘ “I’m sorry, 

T…” 

“Get out,” Deborah interrupted him, looking sideways at him. 

Ashton wanted to explain, but seeing him not leave, Deborah gritted her teeth and struggled to get up. Only then did Ashton say, “Okay, I’ll go. You rest, and I’ll have the servant bring you some food later.” 

After saying that, Ashton walked straight out. 

As he reached the door, he suddenly heard Deborah’s cold voice, “Ashton, it’s your birthday tomorrow; I’ll give you a gift then.” 

Ashton felt a surge of joy in his heart, immediately turning back to ask her, “Really?” 

Deborah smiled ambiguously. “Yes, really. Now go out.” 

Ashton lett, and Deborah sent a message to Joseph: [Remember to come tomorrow.] 

Because of the gift Deborah mentioned, Ashton stayed in the bedroom all night and couldn’t fall asleep. 

The next morning, Ashton took Deborah to Mullen Manor for his birthday banquet. 

The banquet was grand, and Ashton had sent out invitations to everyone he knew, and there were countless guests 

present. 

Hector was puzzled. Ashton had refused to hold or attend any party in the past three years, always looking sad and 

uninterested. 

This time, however, Ashton had gone against his nature and invited many people.