Chapter 4:
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But she couldn’t. She could only watch as he stopped right in front of her.
He was so close, making her even more scared. She dared not look directly at him, her eyes lowered.
Much shorter than him, Olivia felt his gaze on her head. Suddenly, he grabbed her hair, forcing her to look up.
Pain surged through her, and Olivia cried out, "Henry!"
The sound of his name made Henry’s eyes narrow, and he tightened his grip, "What did you call me?"
In pain, Olivia’s face turned pale, her lips quivering as she corrected herself, "Mr. Taylor!"
Henry sneered and without another word, leaned down to kiss her.
It wasn’t a kiss; it was a bite.
Ignoring her discomfort, he forcefully pried open her closed lips, his violent actions leaving her mouth bleeding, the taste of blood mingling with the kiss.
In pain, Olivia tried to escape, but the more she struggled, the rougher he became, the metallic taste of blood growing stronger.
Feeling nauseous, Olivia fought back despite knowing she couldn’t overpower Henry.
He ignored her resistance, biting her tongue until she was too weak to fight back. He then moved to her ear, whispering coldly, "Did you think I was joking?"
"Didn’t I tell you to keep our situation from Grandpa?"
His eyes narrowed as he continued, "Or do you miss a man's touch so much that you used Grandpa to make me come back and sleep with you?"
Feigning ignorance, Olivia shook her head, "I didn't..."
Her voice trailed off, confusion and hesitation filling her eyes as she looked at Henry, unsure of what he meant or how to explain.
Henry saw her hesitation and assumed she was making excuses.
"Nothing?" Henry laughed, "Well, you’ve learned to lie through your teeth!"
He tightened his grip on her hair, "Very good. Now, tell me, why did you just happen to forget your bracelet at Grandpa’s house? Tell me, why did Grandpa come all the way here to return it and know that I haven't been home for a month?"
Olivia started to understand.
So Grandpa knew Henry hadn’t been home since his trip to New York. But tonight, whether at the old house or here, she hadn’t told him the truth. How did he find out?
In a flash, Olivia figured it out.
It had to be the butler. Besides her, only the butler knew about her and Henry. If she hadn’t told Grandpa, then it must have been the butler. No wonder the butler looked so guilty when he saw her upstairs.
"Why aren't you answering? Weren't you denying it earlier?" Henry's anger flared, then he laughed, "Alright, I didn’t expect you to be so cunning. You knew I wouldn’t come home with you, so you pretended to forget your bracelet at Grandpa’s house, making him come here."
Olivia bit her lip but said nothing.
Henry already believed she did it on purpose. Even if she told him it wasn’t intentional, would he believe her? If he didn’t, explaining would only be a waste of effort and might provoke even harsher words from him.
"What you did tonight was just great," Henry's mock praise stung more than his grip on her hair. He clapped three times, eyes cold with anger, his smile vanishing, his voice chillingly flat, "Since you went through so much trouble, I’ll serve you well tonight!"
He yanked her hard, roughly pushing her onto the bed.
His aggression was like he wanted to tear her apart.
She remembered how he treated her a month ago. No matter how much she liked him, it didn’t mean she’d willingly endure such torment. She resisted fiercely.
But the more she struggled, the more ruthless he became. The bedsheets quickly became a tangled mess, pillows thrown to the floor.
Her strength was no match for his. Pinned beneath him, she felt like a fish on a cutting board, helpless.
Just like before, Henry was a beast, his rough skin burning against hers, but she felt a coldness deep in her bones.
She desperately wanted to escape, but he held her waist tightly, leaving no way out.
Every movement was rough, filled with malice, causing her immense pain.
Fearing she’d cry out, she bit her lip, remaining silent.
Eventually, her entire body ached, time dragging painfully.
Unable to endure, Olivia silently cried, forcing herself to count the seconds.
At first, it helped, but soon she lost track, “Fifty-seven” became “Fifty-nine.”
She didn’t know how long she counted before Henry finally stopped.
Finished, Henry stood, grabbed a blanket, and went into the bathroom.
Olivia collapsed on the bed, gasping for breath.
As she drifted off, the bathroom door opened. Henry emerged, freshly showered, impeccably dressed.
Adjusting his cufflinks, he glanced at Olivia.
Sweat and tears had smudged her makeup, her hair matted, skin marred with bruises from his rough treatment.
Seeing her in such a state, he felt no pity. He turned to leave but paused, coming back to grip her chin, forcing her to look at him.
Leaning close, his voice dripped with menace, "If you liked my service, feel free to inform Grandpa again. I’ll be happy to oblige."
"But let’s make a deal, Emily. Next time, it won’t be just like tonight. I have many more positions we can try if you tell Grandpa again."
With that, he slammed the door and left.
As Henry's car disappeared, the butler’s worried voice came from the bedroom door, "Miss, are you alright?"
Exhausted, Olivia didn’t want to talk, but the butler knocked again, "May I come in, Miss?"
Fearing the butler might see her disheveled state, Olivia answered, "I’m fine, just thinking."
After a long silence, the butler apologized, "Miss, I’m sorry, Mr. Jakes pressed me for answers."
Olivia knew the butler had told Mr. Jakes that Henry hadn’t been home for a month. It wasn’t the butler's fault. When she lied to Grandpa, he hadn’t believed her. If he did, he wouldn’t have asked the butler. Even if the butler hadn’t confessed, Grandpa would have confronted Henry, leading to the same outcome as tonight.
"It’s over. No need to mention it again. It’s late, go rest."
"Miss, you should rest too." The butler paused, then added, "I’m sorry."
Olivia said nothing.
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