Chapter 4 Fallen again.
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Eliza jolted, gasping in surprise and trying to push the man off her.
But Aaron was not about to give her a chance to escape. The fact that she had issued him an empty promise enraged him. He was determined to reclaim what he felt was owed to him.
"Let go of me, stop this, we need to talk!" Eliza pleaded as Aaron pushed her onto the bed. She looked up at his striking face, feeling deeply unsettled.
Aaron ignored her pleas, pressing his full weight onto her. "What do you mean by ‘stop this’? What do you mean by ‘talk’? We have a contract. You belong to me now!"
His long fingers traced her pale skin. "Poppy, this name suits you well. You appear innocent but are incredibly captivating."
His hand fell onto her soft, yielding form...
Eliza endured it silently, feeling that everything around her was unfamiliar. Was she really supposed to submit to this man before her?
Should she continue to endure or find another way?
Since that night, Aaron had missed her scent. Now, with her so close, he wasn’t rushing to possess her but was instead torturing her slowly.
"Poppy... don’t you like the nightgown I bought you?"
"It’s too revealing..."
"How can it be?" His fingers roamed her body, causing her to shudder.
"It’s not too revealing. Before you lost your memory, you loved wearing such clothes for me. I adored seeing you in those provocative outfits!"
Eliza bit her lip, her face flushed.
Aaron pinched her hard, causing her to arch her back and produce sounds that made her blush.
"Don’t you believe what I’m saying?" Aaron chuckled softly.
"I... I can’t accept what you’re saying right now. I think it has to do with the accident. I need time to adjust... Ah..."
Aaron bit her shoulder, forcing her to arch her back further, her body aligning more with his.
"Don’t do this to me..."
"You’re mine now. I’ll do as I please with you."
Aaron’s devilish face pressed close to hers, his tongue lightly licking her lips but not kissing her.
Eliza clenched her teeth, too embarrassed to voice her true feelings.
Undeniably, the man before her was a master at seduction, and she was no match for him.
Seeing her trembling beneath him, Aaron’s desire to merge with her only grew stronger. He ripped the white shirt she wore, exposing her...
The next morning, Eliza awoke bathed in the soft morning light, rubbing her swollen eyes.
The man who had been with her all night was already gone from the bed.
She got out, feeling as if her body had been dismantled.
Recalling the events of last night made her cheeks flush with color and her heart restless.
Standing on the stairs, she saw the kitchen staff busy preparing breakfast.
"Poppy, you’re up," said Xiaxia, emerging from the kitchen with a breakfast tray and spotting Eliza on the stairs.
She greeted her with a smile. "Good morning, Xiaxia!"
Eliza had a good impression of the young girl. Xiaxia had been the one who spoke to her the most when she arrived the day before.
"Come have breakfast, Poppy. Sir went to the office early this morning. He doesn’t usually have breakfast at home."
Eliza sat down at the dining table. He went to the office so early after they had been up until dawn? Wasn’t he tired?
In the opulent villa, with only Eliza and Xiaxia present, Eliza felt lonely eating breakfast alone and invited Xiaxia to join her.
"I can’t. I’m a servant, and I’m not allowed to sit at the table. Sir would be upset if he found out," Xiaxia replied.
Eliza placed a gentle hand on Xiaxia’s shoulder. "It’s fine. I’m insisting that you join me. Besides, he’s not here right now, so no one will know. Just keep me company."
After some persuasion, Xiaxia reluctantly sat down.
"Xiaxia, can you tell me what I was like before I lost my memory? I’m really curious about my past," Eliza asked, her curiosity evident.
Xiaxia hesitated, looking uncomfortable. "I’ve only been here for three days, so I don’t know much about your past...
If you have questions, you should ask Sir. He will surely tell you."
Aaron had claimed that she was fleeing with some wild man, which led to the accident. Did that mean she was truly as disgraceful as he said? If so, why would Aaron keep her around? It seemed contradictory.
There must be some hidden truth!
Eliza resolved to find out more about Xiaxia.
She spent the entire morning sitting on the leather sofa in the living room, lost in thought.
The TV in the living room was playing a rerun of an old time-travel drama, but she had no interest in watching.
Xiaxia mentioned that Aaron usually didn’t come home for lunch and might return for dinner.
Eliza still had lingering apprehensions about Aaron’s rough tenderness from last night. The man named Aaron was a complete stranger to her, and she couldn’t have been happier that he wasn’t around.
Feeling extremely bored after spending half the day in the villa, Eliza decided to accompany Xiaxia to the supermarket when Xiaxia went out for groceries in the afternoon.
As Aaron had not explicitly forbidden her from going out, Xiaxia agreed.
In the supermarket, the crowd was sparse. Xiaxia pushed the cart toward the vegetables and fruits section, with Eliza trailing behind her.
"Miss Poppy, Sir has many rules, especially about food. He insists on only eating fresh vegetables and never eats leftovers..."
Eliza aimlessly wandered, only half-listening to Xiaxia’s description of Aaron’s eating habits.
Her gaze drifted to a couple walking past, the girl looking delicate and the boy radiant. They were smiling and clearly enjoying their time together.
Their expressions were vivid, immersed in their own joy.
Meanwhile, Eliza was lost in confusion about her own identity. She didn’t know her name, what she had done before, or how she should feel about anything. She felt adrift, not knowing whether to be happy or sad.
In that moment, she was deeply unsettled by her lack of knowledge about herself.
Yes, Aaron was the one who knew about her identity. She needed to start from him.
At dinner time, Aaron returned home. As he walked into the living room, Xiaxia was setting the table.
Eliza was sitting in a corner of the sofa, observing him but remaining still.
Aaron’s gaze fell on Eliza, and he noticed the white bandage on her finger. Was she injured?
"What happened?" he asked, sitting on the sofa opposite Eliza, his posture imposing and authoritative.
"It’s nothing, just a small injury," Eliza replied evasively.
Xiaxia set the table and explained, "Sir, Miss Poppy hurt her finger while helping me prepare vegetables. She wanted to cook for you and ended up bleeding quite a bit, but thankfully the bleeding has stopped."
Aaron’s face darkened. "If you can’t cook, then don’t make a mess in the kitchen!"
Xiaxia was taken aback, having only tried to speak up for Eliza. She hadn’t expected Aaron to be so ungrateful and blame her.
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