Chapter 339

"What are you doing? Let go of me!" Calla started to struggle. "Do you hear me?"

She was pinned down by his iron grip. Facing him, she felt both mortified and furious because she was wearing a dress. "Mercer, you bastard, let go of me!" Calla was on the verge of breaking down.

She couldn't take this kind of treatment from him. Just when she had managed to heal from the pain in her heart, why did he have to show up again? And now, without any explanation, he was trying to do the unthinkable. Just what did he take her for?

Humiliated and furious, she wanted to fight back, but she didn't even have the chance. Her hands were pinned above her head, leaving her helpless and at his mercy.

"Mercer, you bastard! You'll die a miserable death. You're scum! I hate you! I'll hate you for the rest of my life!" Calla cried out in a voice full of anger and pain.

Minutes passed, and her throat became hoarse. Finally, she gave up, her limbs going limp, and only her clear tears flowed down her cheek