Theodore's moans reverberated inside the car, as he withdrew his fingers, capturing Irene's wet tongue between his teeth. He sucked on it passionately, his lips melding smoothly with hers.Irene snapped back to reality, desperately attempting to push him away. But the more she struggled, the more fervently he kissed her.He moulded his lips perfectly to fit hers, kissing her with intensity. His fingers tangled deeper into her hair, anchoring her in place.He sucked on her lower lip, engaging in a tantalising battle with her soft, slippery tongue."Mhmmm," Irene moaned, feeling breathless from his rough and passionate kiss.Her head spun, leaving her feeling lightheaded and breathless, as if she were on the verge of losing consciousness.Theodore sensed her resistance waning and her body growing limp in his arms. After a few seconds, he broke the kiss, leaving her gasping for air.Irene immediately opened her mouth wide, desperately gulping down the oxygen he had just stolen from her."
The car came to a sudden halt, causing Irene's face to crash into Theodore's hard chest. She immediately pulled her head back, trying to sit straight, but Theodore's hands in her hair prevented her from doing so. He didn't want to show her that he cared, but seeing her tear-stained face stirred a whirlwind of emotions in his heart.Unable to resist, he held her closer, her face buried in his chest, as if trying to calm his own racing heart. Maybe he just didn't want to see her cry. It was better for her to relax first before he let her go."You're so mean," Irene hiccuped, attempting to move away from his chest, but his hand kept her in place, making the situation even more awkward for her."Shhhh! Don't cry. You don't look good with tears," Theodore awkwardly caressed her head. He had never been good at comforting women, especially not when they were crying. It was unfamiliar territory for him."I don't want to look good at all. Why do you have to be so mean? I'm hurt, and you're sti
Theodore spoke authoritatively as the car came to a stop in front of a magnificent mansion. Albert stepped out, alerting Theodore to the fact that they had arrived at his own estate.Irene turned her head away, ignoring him. She remained in his lap, clearly displeased with his dominating and creepy behaviour."Fine, if you don't want to, then I'll make you," Theodore declared. Albert opened the door for them, and Theodore got out of the car, carrying Irene in a bridal style. This surprised both Albert and Irene."What's happened to the boss?" Albert wondered curiously. He observed his boss, who despised human contact, carrying the young mistress of the mansion. It was unusual for Theodore to allow anyone into his home, let alone carry someone like this.Irene, on the other hand, was shocked by his shameless display. He carried her in front of Albert without a care, causing her great embarrassment."Let me go, Cyril! What the hell do you think you're doing?" Irene struggled, attempting
A piercing shriek reverberated through the tranquil garden of the sprawling mansion.Irene tumbled to the ground, her knees scraped and raw, a heart-wrenching cry escaping her lips. The intensity of her scream seemed to ignite a fire within her chest, each breath stinging as if her lungs were ablaze.Theodore's expression remained stoic, his gaze fixed on her prone form. However, beneath that composed exterior, a surge of anger surged through him. How could she subject herself to such harm?Without hesitation, he closed the distance between them, his presence casting a shadow over her. Standing behind her, he loomed like a sentinel.Clenching her fist, Irene grasped at the cool strands of grass beneath her, her heart racing in tandem with his proximity. A shiver of unease crept up her spine, her senses keenly aware of his nearness. Shock and a hint of fear danced in her eyes, a palpable tension hanging in the air."What's the matter now? Haven't I been repeatedly told to spare those d
Irene was taken aback, her heart racing as his unexpected agreement washed over her. This wasn't like him at all, and she found herself caught off guard by the shift in his demeanour.Clearly, this wasn't what she had anticipated. She never thought he would acquiesce in such a manner, and it definitely wasn't her intention to lead to this point."What's going on? I've agreed with you. If you want to leave, go ahead," Theodore's voice was calm, cutting through the tension like a soothing balm.Irene stood there, utterly speechless. His composure was a stark contrast to his earlier words and actions, leaving her utterly bewildered."Go," Theodore's command was firm, and he took a step back, watching intently as Irene tried to navigate her way out despite her injured knee and sprained ankle, only to find the door locked.Suppressing a hiss of pain, Irene attempted to rise, her ankle and knee conspiring against her. With sheer determination, she finally managed to stand, albeit with great
Irene ran as far as she could, feeling a sense of unease with his tone and the way he addressed her as 'Mrs. Myers'. It sent shivers down her spine.She never expected his rude behaviour to comply with her request, which came as quite a shock to her.With a limping ankle, Irene started running through the darkness. The absence of street lights made everything seem even darker, with only this mansion standing alone in this strange place.It felt as if everything around Irene was closing in on her, threatening to consume her as she ran aimlessly, unaware of her surroundings. Frustration grew within her as she realised she was nowhere near her intended destination."What the hell," Irene cursed, her exhaustion evident from her relentless running. Her body was on the verge of giving up, and she had no idea where to go or how to reach her desired location. It was a hopeless situation.Irene felt more unfamiliar with this place than she did with Cyril. She desperately wished she could seek
Irene jumped in surprise as the door suddenly swung open with a loud crash, without any warning or knock. She couldn't believe someone would enter a room so rudely, especially when it wasn't even their own.She couldn't comprehend how someone could lack such basic manners. It was truly shocking."You're back?" Theodore eagerly asked, waiting for her to enter his house.He could have brought her back himself, but he refrained from doing so, knowing how scared she was at that moment. He didn't want to ruin things by forcing her.Without waiting for her response, he sat beside her and took hold of her hand, examining the injuries and the bleeding. It irritated him.Irene gasped in shock at his authoritative demeanour. It was commendable how he carried himself, as if he could do anything. That's exactly how he was behaving at that moment."Ahmm," Irene moaned as he pressed on her wound. "I told you, everything has consequences. And it seems you enjoy the consequences more than anything,"
Knock! Knock."Come in," Irene politely replied to the person knocking on the door. She had slept like a log all night, despite being in a new place. Exhaustion from running and Cyril's unresponsive behaviour had left her feeling confused.At least Cyril had provided her with clothes and bandaged her wounds. Her feet were also bandaged, causing her some discomfort."Mam, sir is asking for you to come and have breakfast," a maid said, bowing her head respectfully."How about bringing me my breakfast here? And you don't need to bow. I'm just a guest, not the owner or an important person in this mansion," Irene smiled awkwardly, feeling uncomfortable with the maid's deference.In the Jones' family, nobody, not even the guards, had ever shown her any respect as a human being. They treated her like an insect, or maybe even worse. So, seeing this young girl, who was perhaps only slightly older than her, treating her with such respect was a new experience."I can't do that, mam. Otherwise, t