“You let go of me first.”
Sensing her resistance, Dwayne pursed his thin lips tightly, unwilling to see her look resigned to death, and turned her over.
She lay on the cold table, even more panicked.
“Dwayne!”
“Shut up,” Dwayne’s kiss landed behind her neck, it
scorching, burning.
Her body trembled, the more dominant he became, the
more she resisted.
come Tyrell
can,
but I can’t?”
Dwayne turned her face, forcing her to face him, “How
A sentence, like a dagger to her heart.
“Bang!”
She almost exhausted all her strength hitting him.
The man’s handsome face turned to the side.
The air froze in an instant.
Dorothy’s palm tingled slightly, her eyes were bloodshot, choking back tears, “Dwayne, are you never tired of always suspecting me with such malice?”
“I know you despised me from the bottom of your heart, but you could choose to ignore me, just like before! Why did you have to come and trample on me again?”
“If you can’t wait for me to step aside, you don’t have to rush me. When the time comes, I will leave on my own.”
She turned around.
Dwayne subconsciously reached out and grabbed her.
She turned and walked into the bedroom without looking back, then locked the door.
Behind a closed door, Dorothy couldn’t hold back her emotions and bit
hand to prevent herself from crying out loud.
Dwayne lit a cigarette, took a puff, and behind the rising white smoke was a dark, yet complex expression.
Just in that moment, he actually had a thought of explanation.
Since when did she start to be able to influence herself?
Was it when Sonia parachuted into the hospital, or was it whenever she had red eyes, that brown teardrop mole always made his heart skip a beat?
He could be sure that he had never seen Dorothy before.
At first, he was forced to marry her, in a state of self–abandonment.
The bride was not the person he wanted to marry, and it didn’t matter to anyone anymore.
There was no wedding between them, and on their wedding night, when he first saw her, he knew she was special.
