Chapter 6
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The bean-sized rain drenched Ava Lins' entire body.
The rain could not even hide her heart-wrenching sobs.
Jeorge Milton, sitting in a black car nearby, smoked a cigarette and took a deep breath.
He leaned back on the cushion, his eyes half-covered. He watched her as if he were watching a play.
He worried if she would cry all night.
He had smoked a few, but she was still crying?
Why would she cry?
Why was he so impatient? Maybe he did not like her or thought she was ugly. He could not take it anymore.
Ava Lins sat down on the floor and sobbed. Suddenly her arm was jerked up.
She tilted her head and gave him a sidelong glance.
He had the same steely eyes and the same size as Goden Bran, but he was not Goden Bran.
Where was Goden Bran at this point?
Her eyes welled up with tears.
Her hair was damp and stuck to her face, and she looked ghostly. She did not care if he saw her.
He was not Goden Bran.
Jeorge Milton hated to ask about this problem, but there was no reason to put it behind her.
She did not inquire where he was going when he pulled her into the car. He had seen her. Was not she afraid he would betray her?
They remained silent the whole time.
He led her to the bathroom, handed her some feminine clothes, and told her to "change!"
He raised his eyebrows. "You want me to help you?"
Then she responded and entered the restroom.
As Jeorge Milton looked at the restroom door, he thought about his actions.
Ava had cried enough and was clutching her phone.
Tianra took advantage of everyone's absence and committed suicide by bumping aginst the corner of the desk..
"Ava Lins, do you want to do this?" she asked herself after changing her clothes and taking a look in the mirror.
"How are we going to confront the Goden?"
She smirked. He was going to divorce her anyway
So why not use him as a savior?
She smirked, thinking the gods were pulling her leg.
He was not outside when she left. She looked, but could not find him.
She knocked tentatively on the door of his study. Then she heard him. "Come in."
He was standing outside the French window, his hands in his pockets, his back to her.
She stood behind him.
"Do you remember what you said this morning?" she asked boldly.
He stared at her.
"Can I help you now?"
Her voice trembled as she swallowed uneasily. Her dark red lips widened and closed, making her look attractive.
This lady was not stunningly beautiful.
But her lips were delightful. They were seductive and soft.
"Have you thought this through?" he said, his eyes narrowing.
"Take off your clothes," he urged softly and saw her nod.
Ava Lins took a deep breath and shakily unbuttoned her shirt. The first time she undressed in front of a stranger scared her and made her feel uncomfortable.
He had just unbuttoned two buttons when he grabbed her. His breath seemed to caress her face as he approached her. "I'll do it," he said, his lips puckered and his grin nasty.
His smooth, long fingers undid her buttons and her heart tightened.
Was she just going to surrender?
This was not Goden Bran...
Not the man she desired and dedicated her life to.
She could not look at him. Fearing remorse, she simply closed her eyes.
When she closed her eyes, she felt stronger. His hands seemed to penetrate her flesh and tear her heart apart when he touched her.
Jeorge Milton felt her fear and trembling, but he could not stop.
His curiosity about her small figure was not new.
He chuckled nervously and gently stroked her hair behind her ears. The answer will make me believe you are a virgin...
She looked up despite the sorrow in her heart. "Hurry up if you want it!"
She calmed herself at the thought that she would be defeated by a beast if he made it fast.
"Why are you in such a hurry?"
He leaned close to her ear and grinned. "As you wish."
When he finished speaking, he bent down to lift her up. She clung to his neck in horror, afraid she might fall off. As she met his piercing gaze, she sensed that he was heading eagerly toward the chamber. Her heart felt as if it would leap out of her chest.
Without waiting for the bed, Jeorge Milton could wait no longer. He felt that he had never desired a woman so much in his life.
He set her down, wrapped his arm around her waist and kissed her.
He pulled her to the bed and tore at her clothes feverishly with his massive hands, forcing her onto the huge bed behind him. His legs were on her legs, his position disorienting and uncomfortable.
He was quite fond of kissing her lips, appreciating her sensitivity and even feeling her cleanliness in her breath.
The kiss slid lower, sliding down her neck, lingering on her collarbone...
His hand slid over her body like an electric wire. This was new to her. How could she resist such a lover?
Her body responded as it should, but her heart felt as if it had been frozen. So icy cold...
The setting sun hurt her eyes as she opened them slightly. As she watched the strange guy move his hands and legs around her, her eyesight began to blur...
She could not help but remember what had happened this morning. She remembered the day when he took someone else's hand and hid it in a safe place, while he was holding her in the most dangerous...
She wanted to ask him if he would cry for her if she died today.
Ava Lins lay there like a corpse. He kissed her, but she did not answer.
Her clothes were off and her messy hair was all over the bed. She tried to ignore the pain by closing her eyes, but she could not...
Jeorge Milton felt her trembling.
And this trembling was strange.
When he lifted his eyes, he saw that tears were running down her cheeks.
Her beautiful eyelashes trembled when she closed her eyes.
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