Quinn was dead set that Sam should properly reflect on his behavior, and her voice calm as she spoke. "Think about it."To be precise, she was indifferent toward Sam—as she always had been.She tried to open the door again, and when she could not, she snapped, "Could you please open the door? I'm getting off—Ah!"She yelped as she felt a tremendous pressure on her arm—Sam had suddenly pulled her with brute strength towards himself, and she landed squarely on his stiff chest.It hurt, but even before she could resist or free herself, Sam's face descended on hers, and he bit down viciously on her lips. The pain left her tears rolling right then, just as she could taste blood.But Sam was not letting her go and continued to vent all his fury on her body.After a long while—and Quinn had no way of telling how long—Sam finally pulled away, his haze still icy as he watched her lips dyed with a stark redness and the spot where he bit her smudged with bloodstains."Does it hurt?" he a
"Are those tears I see?"Sam was watching as Quinn's tears trickled from the corner of her eyes.Quinn blinked.She believed herself jaded—that she would never shed tears in front of Sam.But she never felt her own tears welling up in her eyes."I thought you wanted to have a child with me? What are you crying for?" Sam asked."It's just tears of joy," Quinn retorted flatly."Hah!" Sam chuckled. "You're disgusting, Quinn."She certainly felt the same way about him, but there was no helping it when fate had set their paths together.They were just two awful individuals, bound to disgust each other now. He asked her then, "Who am I?""Sam Saunders," she said, clearly restraining herself."Good," Sam growled, and bit her viciously on the earlobe. "So remember—you're mine and mine alone!" Quinn smiled coolly despite herself.Yes, he was the first man she had, but she was just one of countless women he had.She had no idea what it was about herself that seemed to wound Sam
Sam drove for so long he could no longer see Quinn's dainty silhouette, and he stopped his car beside the road.He was struggling against himself. He left her in the middle of nowhere, miles far from the highway, and it would take her at least half a day to get out of there.What if she did not make it out?And Quinn was always so stubborn she would never give in, least of all to him.Sam punched the steering wheel at the thought, frustrated. He could not help turning to the passenger seat beside him, his heart suddenly stopping for a moment.That was her first time? But how was that possible?He restarted the car, feeling the need to ask. In truth, he was just giving himself an excuse to go back.No matter what Quinn's response was or how she would reject him, he would take her back even if he had to tie her up. It was not the first time he had gone against her will—why not do it again? He did not care if she had more reason to hate him again.Hence, despite his hesi
Meanwhile, Quinn entered Ryan's car.She did not actually ask him to come—he just happened to call her to consult her on a legal issue.She asked if it was urgent, to which he said yes.She in turn told him where he was and asked for a ride.Her face was pale, and she was shivering even as she got in his car."Still feeling cold?" Ryan asked—the weather was turning warm, but one would still find it chilly on occasion.And when he helped her into his car, she felt icy to the touch."I'm fine," Quinn forced a smile as she looked up at Ryan. "Sorry for taking so much of your time.""Don't say things like that. I was going to your office to consult you today anyway and called you before that since you might not be in," Ryan said mildly, trying his best not to put Quinn on the spot. "By the way, were you having a fight with Sam? Was he the one who left you in the middle of nowhere?""I guess," Quinn replied indifferently. "How could he behave like this?" Ryan grumbled, scowling j
Cordy gave in to John.She was willing to believe in love again for his sake.John in turn gazed upon her in his arms, feeling her body's warmth and the strength with which she tightened her arms around his waist further with each second.There was a smile on his lips. Even if the price he paid was a little too costly, this made it worth it.Nothing else mattered other than her.He in turn gathered her tightly in his arms. Feeling her in his arms with such certainty left his heart racing uncontrollably too.They simply embarrassed each other like that, with neither letting go because they were not going to.There was no telling how long had passed when John had to stifle a cough, and Cordy finally realized with a start.She most certainly had been greedy about feeling him there with her, worried that he would vanish if she let him go again.Even if she was rejoicing, she was still caught in lingering fear of almost losing him in this trial.Nonetheless, she reluctantly pull
On the other hand, John was getting even grumpier as Cordy was not responding. "You're actually still hesitating? Do you even have a conscience? How much further do I have to go for you to actually accept me and stand by my side in the open?"John became more agitated the more he ranted, "What, do I have to gouge my heart out to show my sincerity—umph…"His eyes suddenly widened as Cordy stood on her toes, pressing her lips against his.The anger in his eyes turned to tenderness right then.Men are really easy, aren't they? John wrapped his arms around her, intending on going further… but she pulled away. "Skipping out on responsibility after flirting with me, huh?" he growled through his teeth."No," Cordy shook her head. "But you were so noisy."John's face fell, stunned that she would scorn him for that!But she was the only one he would talk so much around, spilling his guts and all that, not shying away from baring his heart!And she scorned him!But just as he was ab
Thank goodness they had not left! The reporters would miss their exclusive headlines otherwise!There was no doubt that Cordy and John's appearance immediately sent the journalists into a frenzy, and they quickly surrounded the couple.Cordy's four bodyguards were actually all waiting outside the courthouse throughout, but they kept their distance since they were not that tactless they would interrupt her tender moment with John. When they hurried forward to help when they saw Cordy being mobbed by the journalists, Cordy gave them a look, stopping them.Today, she actually wanted to have a proper talk with the press."Mr. Levine, seeing that you're leaving the courthouse while holding hands with Ms. Sachs… could this mean what we think it means?""Mr. Levine, it was a beautifully executed reversal at the trial. Could you give us a word on how you feel right now?""Mr. Levine, are you in a relationship with Ms. Sachs? What about Jessica Stuart?"They were so rowdy John and Cord
"So, you're convinced that Jessica wasn't aware that her family was prepared to make me their scapegoat?" John asked the journalist in return. "Even when I was still abroad, she was the one in charge of every foreign account Stuart Holdings owned.""Are you saying that Jessica loved you but was not shying away from using you as a scapegoat too?" The journalist was certainly quick on his feet."Who knows?" John shrugged, refusing to give a direct answer. "You should be asking Jessica that question.""In any case, the truth is out—the Stuarts would soon have their punishment, while your relationship with Ms. Sachs can finally bloom!" the journalist exclaimed. "Congratulations!" "Thank you." Both Cordy and John appeared cordial just then."Can you offer some insights into your relationship? Ms. Sachs, were you happy back when Mr. Levine got engaged to Jessica? Were you supportive of him doing this to defend himself?""Absolutely not," Cordy said loudly and clearly, not hiding her d