Pamper me, General!

Chapter 3 No Girl Is As Good As Christine

Christine was an army doctor who could see dead people almost every day, so she could always remain calm in the face of danger. However, at this moment, her body stiffened up seriously.

People are always afraid of the unknown, and so was she at this moment. She didn't know what kind of inhuman torture she was about to face from this demon.

Christine grew up in a family that seemed bright and shiny but was, in fact, monstrous and ugly. She suffered from childhood and must find a way out of the danger.

The man's camouflage-painted handsome face was getting closer and closer to her. She could even feel his temperature from his breath and the domineering aura around him.

She gasped slightly and said, "General Wyndell, there's a Barbara Bar ten miles east of the thick forest. You can go there and watch a strip show if you want."

Ryon ruled the army harshly and never allowed soldiers to pay for s*x while on duty. Even so, it was an open secret that some soldiers would quietly go to Barbara Bar.

He was a little surprised that she imagined him as a beast who couldn't control his s*x impluse.

The corners of his mouth curved up. He gently took Christine's earlobe and whispered, "No girl is as good as you."

Christine had no idea what to do next.

"Shame on you!"

He laughed lightly and ran his fingers from her lips to her delicate neck, finally stopping at her breasts that rose and fell with each breath.

Then, he asked, "36D, right? Nice figure, just what I wanted."

She was furious but still trying to think of a countermeasure. Clearly, she was no match for this man, but she could not die.

Desperate and calm, she inclined her head and stopped looking at him, then said, "Take me to the airport after you are done."

She slowly clenched her fists because she knew she had to live, even for Nina's sake. She closed her eyes in despair.

How could this happen to me? This is not how it should be.

Ryon looked down at the woman close at hand and suddenly felt heartbroken.

He sharply tethered her to the back seat with his belt.

She opened her eyes wide but feigned calm and sarcastic by saying, "General Wyndell, I didn't think you would like s****l torture."

He took her in his arms and interlaced his breath with hers: "Why not? I prefer to... do it to you for the rest of my life."

She froze for a moment and said, "A lifetime is much longer than you think. Don't make jokes or vows like that."

In her opinion, such a vow was nonsense, not to mention that she had only met this man twice. How could she believe that this man loved her deeply in such a case? Not only that, Ryon was so cold and sensible among people. Everybody said he was loveless and unattached.

He got up and drove.

"Where are you taking me? Get off me."

"Find a place where we can do it."

Christine failed to say anything.

Anxious all the way, she repeatedly tried to break free, but all failed.

His mood, however, was excellent. He looked up at Christine in the rearview mirror and smiled every now and then.

The car sped through the thick forest and stopped by a military camp. Ryon and Christine were surrounded by a large number of tents. The soldiers standing guard walked back and forth in solemn silence.

Christine guessed that this was their secret military base but wondered why he had brought her here.

He bent down and carried her out of the car, striding towards an enormous tent in the middle. She didn't make any noise, just quietly observing her surroundings.

"Are you looking for an escape route?"

He saw right away what Christine was trying to do.

After entering the tent, Christine realized that it was an operating room because the tent was full of Army doctors.

Does General Wyndell want me to join them? It turned out that she guessed wrong.

He placed her on the operating table and ordered, "Get out, all of you."

Everyone left the tent immediately.

She struggled to sit up. "Ryon Wyndell, what the hell do you want to do?"

He picked up a knife with a handle, the tip of which was tiny as if it was used for tattooing.

"I'm very vindictive. You just made me bleed. I would make you bleed too."

She swallowed nervously but still stared at him with resentment and stubbornness.

He smiled and rolled her over, then pulled the zipper on her back with one hand and pulled her dress down to her waist.

"Ryon Wyndell, you are a jerk."

Ryon just continued his movements and said, "Don't move. Just a minute."

She felt a slight tingling at her waist.

"Okay, done."

He untied the belt from her hands and re-buckled it around his waist.

Turning her head to look at her waist, she saw a wolf tattoo.

Damn it! Why did he give me a tattoo symbolizing him? Does he see me as a toy that belongs to him?

She raised her hand and tried to slap him, but he clutched her arm hard. Suddenly, he pulled her into his arms and said, "Hit me later when we get to our room. You can hit any part of my body then. You know? Any part."

Christine's face was flushed with anger. "Jerk," she could only grit her teeth and shout.

He chuckled in a low voice and said, "Is that all the swear word you know? Only 'Jerk'? What a pure and polite girl."

She glared at him indignantly and began searching for other swear words but eventually could only say "Jerk" again.

He laughed even louder, breathed toward her ear, and said, "Okay, I'll show you what a jerk I am tonight."

He held up his Bluetooth headset and said, "Carlin, bring them in."

A group of soldiers came in from outside the tent. They saluted neatly and then thundered, "Wish you a Happy Marriage, General Wyndell, Mrs. Wyndell!"

Ryon suddenly got down on one knee like a prince charming and took out the ring.

She looked at him coldly and asked, "What are you doing?"

"I'm proposing to Christine Ygritte."

She was shocked. Was this Ryon Wyndell's way of proposing? Like a burglar?

"General Wyndell, Are you kidding?"

"First, you kidnap me, then tattoo my body with a humiliating pattern. And now you dramatically propose to me?"

She turned her head to look at the operating table, focusing on a scalpel. She made to rush over to it, only to bump into someone's chest.

He towered over her and wrapped his arms around her waist: "Come on. These men are looking at you."

"No way. I'm getting married to my fiancé in only ten days."

As his arms around her waist tightened, he snorted and said, "Looks like I need to show you the truth. Carlin, show Mrs. Wyndell the certificate."

"Okay."

A handsome, dark-skinned soldier pulls two papers with gold letters out of his bag. Apparently, these are marriage licenses.

Christine was stunned. She took one of the marriage licenses and saw her and Ryon's names on it. Moreover, this license was authentic.

She instantly understood that Ryon was compelling and even omnipotent.

She angrily tore the marriage license to pieces.

Ryon smiled and handed her another piece of paper. Then, he said, "Well, you can tear as many copies as you want, as long as it makes you happy."

Christine staggered back while saying, "You are such a demon."

"She's tired. Send her back to bed."

Two female soldiers immediately stepped forward. One stood to her left and one to her right. They took her by the arms and left.

Two female soldiers led Christine through a tunnel. After walking out of the tunnel, she saw a villa with pavilions, flowers, and grass. Still, she had no interest in admiring it.

Soon, she was led into a room with white and pink as the primary colors.

"Mrs. Wyndell, I'm Anna, and she's Joana. feel free to call us if you need anything."

She snorted coldly and said, "Then give me a pistol. Thank you."

Anna and Joana looked at each other and could only say, "Mrs. Wyndell, General Wyndell is actually a nice man. He will be a perfect husband."

"Get out of here."

She felt all the colors in this room were full of joy, so she angrily threw the sheets and quilts on the floor and smashed decorations into pieces.

After venting her anger, she calmly thought about her escape plan.

Hearing a resounding footstep just then, she stared at the door without even blinking.