The "Dumb" CEO's Contracted Wife: Together for Revenge

Chapter 3: Deepening Resentment

At the reception following, Jennifer Sullivan drank quite a bit, hoping to numb herself with alcohol.

After the reception, completely intoxicated, she wasn't even sure how she ended up being helped into her and Quentin's new room.

She collapsed onto the bed, feeling its softness and comfort, not remembering the last time she slept on such a comfortable bed.

Three years of prison life, and even after being released, she hadn't had a good night's sleep. As she drifted off in a haze, her wrists were suddenly grabbed and pressed against the headboard, and someone heavily lay on top of her.

Too drunk to open her eyes, she couldn't see who was on top of her, but she recognized the familiar scent emanating from them.

With closed eyes, she felt transported back to that dreadful night four years ago, another face she couldn't see clearly, the raw physicality, the room filled with the scent of debauchery...

"Pain!" She instinctively struggled, trying to push the man off her. "Let go of me..."

But the man on top of her paid no heed, brutally overpowering her completely.

When Jennifer woke up and stirred slightly, she felt pain all over. Turning her head, she was shocked to see a face that bordered on bewitching.

Quentin's face was just too handsome, hardly any different from those A-list celebrities.

If only he weren't a fool, how many girls would fight over him?

Last night, she was so drunk she could hardly think. What had happened exactly?

Her clothes were thrown on the bed, she was naked, covered in bruises. She shuddered. This couldn't be, it couldn't!

She had thought he was a fool, someone who wouldn't understand such things, but he had actually done... that to her last night. She felt like her whole world was about to collapse.

Frantically trying to pick up her clothes from the floor, the foolish Quentin also woke up. Opening his eyes, he smiled coldly at her.

Jennifer stared at him in horror. At that moment, there was nothing foolish about him; he was just like any other normal person.

"What... what did you do to me?" she asked, unable to hide her shame and anger.

Quentin sat up, lifted a cold hand, grabbed her chin, and stared at her with a sinister gaze. "I did what husband and wife should do," he said cryptically.

Jennifer pushed his hand away, using a piece of clothing to cover herself, trembling. "Stay away from me, don't touch me!"

Quentin Tyler pulled the clothing covering her away, sneering, "I don't mind your filth. What are you pretending to be, a chaste maiden?"

She was speechless; she knew she was no longer innocent.

"No matter how dirty you were before you married me, now that you've entered The Tyler Family's door and become my rightful wife, you can't let this become a joke for others in The Tyler Family," he said coldly, forcefully pushing her down again.

Terrified, she pleaded, "Please... I beg you... let me go..."

"As Quentin Tyler's wife, the first night of marriage must have its bloodshed!" Quentin Tyler said ruthlessly, using his method to make her bleed, staining the messy white sheets with crimson.

Jennifer felt immense shame, looking at this terrifying man, unable to find any trace of foolishness.

...

Warm water cascaded over her, Jennifer in the bathroom just wanted to wash away all the shame, but no matter how she washed, she couldn't clean herself.

As she moved slightly, the pain from deep within her body made her have to lean against the bathroom wall, her face deathly pale.

When she finally walked out of the room's bathroom, still trembling from the ordeal, she saw Quentin Tyler had changed into casual clothes, a light gray outfit. Standing in front of a tall dressing mirror, he was adjusting his short hair, equally stunning.

When Quentin Tyler turned to look at her, that smile turned into a foolish grin again, his mouth crooked to one side. "Quick... hurry up and change your clothes, and put on more rouge on your face, you're too pale..."

Jennifer was confused; the man who seemed mentally deficient, the frightening demon from last night, was now acting like a fool again?

Wrapping herself tighter in her bathrobe, she vigorously dried her still dripping hair with a towel, staring at Quentin. "Are you a fool? Are you pretending to be a fool? Why pretend to be a fool?"

Quentin straightened up, the overly crooked mouth now gone, and his speech no longer stuttered. He didn't answer her question.

Approaching her from behind, he forcefully grabbed her shoulders and pushed her towards the dressing table.

In a cold voice near her ear, he asked, "Knowing that I'm a fool, why did you still marry me? Did you want to become the second lady of The Tyler Family so badly, or is it that nobody wants a woman like you?"

Jennifer trembled all over, turning her head to look at him, angrily saying, "You, the second young master of The Tyler Family, is it fun to bully a woman by pretending to be crazy?"

Behind her, Quentin Tyler approached again, not angry but laughing. "You call what happened between husband and wife last night bullying? Since you're my wife, can't I taste your flavor?"

Jennifer's face changed suddenly, feeling the heat from his body coming through the clothes. She struggled again, wanting to escape from the dressing table.

Quentin used his arm to hold her neck, saying coldly, "If you still want it, I don't have time to accompany you. Hurry up and put on makeup. The whole household is waiting to see the joke of me, this fool, and his newlywed wife."

Jennifer looked at her pale and haggard face in the dressing mirror, regardless of whether she wanted to face it or not, this was the cruel reality.

She was married to Quentin, not only in name but also in reality last night. It felt like a dream; she had married, and now she had to face the completely unfamiliar people of The Tyler Family.

"Let go of me, I won't argue with you. How can I put on makeup when you're holding me like this?"

Quentin Tyler let go of her, leaning to one side, waiting for her, and reminded her, "No matter what your purpose was in marrying me, if you want what you want, you have to cooperate with me in acting. Otherwise, I'll crush you like a cockroach, leaving you with no place to bury yourself!"

"Okay, I understand." Jennifer couldn't afford to be expelled from The Tyler Family, whether Quentin Tyler was truly foolish or not.

She had to stay in The Tyler Family, integrate into The Tyler Family, and then find a way to use The Tyler Family's power to force her parents to return Lil Sam to her.