Hug Me, My Sexy Billionaire Husband

Chapter 8 Let Me Go

Baylee lowered her head and said innocently, "I didn't expect such a thing to happen yesterday either. Take it easy. I won't let such a thing happen again!"

"You're really naive," he snorted disdainfully.

Baylee pouted and sighed helplessly, complaining, "I didn't want that happen either, ok?"

"Then you'd better stay here obediently!"

"But I..." Before Baylee could finish her words, Rylee's car drove out of the Harrells' house.

She then attempted to leave, but was stopped by two black-clad guards.

"I'm sorry, Baylee. You're not allowed to go out," they said seriously.

Fortunately, Baylee could use her phone randomly.

After going back to the hall and sat on the sofa, Baylee started to chat with Lindsey on f*******:.

"Don't be too downhearted, Baylee. Men, as you know, are like clothes. If they are not suitable, replace them as soon as possible. There is nothing to be depressed about."

"I apologize for causing you concern, Lindsey. I'm doing better than before."

"We haven't seen each other for a few days. Where are you? I'm willing to hang out with you."

"Isn't there going to be a Classmate Reunion party a few days later? See you later!"

"Yeah! It's great that you attend it too. I thought you wouldn't come because of Luke."

Hearing Luke's name, Baylee couldn't help but feel sad and think, Luke, Are you still mad at me? You even put me on the blacklist in Facebook...

In fact, Baylee wanted to ask Lindsey how Luke was doing recently, but she restrained herself.

Then when she thought of how her grandmother hadn't paid for the treatment, she felt disturbed.

Baylee eventually called Giana, but no one answered.

She decided to look around the Harrells' house because she was bored, and two securities in black trailed behind her, giving her the impression that she was on patrol.

"Sorry, Baylee. You can't go here!" one of them in black came up to stop her.

"Why?" she asked in confusion

"This is a no-go area," the security replied.

"Fine," Baylee said.

The more Rylee behaved like this, the more curious Baylee was, and she told herself, I'd better not provoke him right now. If he's pissed off by me again, I won't have a good ending.

"Are you okay, Baylee?" When Jordon noticed Baylee sitting on the sofa in a daze, he couldn't help but ask with concern.

"I feel like a prisoner here!" Baylee answered.

Jordon smiled awkwardly and suggested to her, "You can try to pamper him, to say sweet words to him, to cheer him. Maybe he will have a soft spot for you."

"Impossible!" After complaining and asking, Baylee appeared to have a good idea. "You should be very familiar with him, Jordon. Please let me know what you believe will make him happy."

"Well..." Jordon took a breather before looking Baylee in the eyes and saying, "Baylee, you're a better dresser and makeup artist. Maybe you can make him happy this way."

Gosh, why does it sound like you're asking me to seduce Rylee? Is it possible that Rylee is a lascivious man? Baylee thought.

Rylee's lechery indeed surprised Baylee.

Wait a minute, if I do this, it will make me look particularly frivolous. No, I can't make it, Baylee thought to herself.

"Is there no other way other than this?" she asked.

Jordon frowned and shook his head in embarrassment, and Baylee's hope was shattered again.

Only then did Baylee find that her clothes were not as good as the servants here.

If it hadn't been for the fact that Baylee wanted to go out, she wouldn't have cared whether Rylee was happy or not.

After thinking about it for a while, Baylee went upstairs and tried to find out the most beautiful clothes she had.

As a result, none of them was eye-catching, and Baylee had no choice but gave up the idea of seduction.

At dinner time, Rylee didn't come back, and just as Baylee was about to go upstairs after dinner, he appeared at the door with a crutch.

Baylee looked at Rylee, who was dressed elegantly in a suit and had a serious expression on his face, and pouted unhappily before continuing upstairs.

Pa! The sound of crutch hitting the ground startled Baylee.

"What's wrong with you?" Baylee shouted and glared at him.

"In the future, before dinner, you must wait for me!" he said coldly.

"Do you know what time it is now?" Baylee rejoined.

More than 30 minutes had passed since dinner, and you hadn't informed me. Who would have guessed you'd return for dinner? Are you purposefully making things difficult for me? Baylee thought to herself.

All of a sudden, the crutch appeared in front of Baylee and was only five inches away from her neck, which made her lean against the wall with fear, and then Rylee leaned over.

The anger in Baylee's eyes was replaced by shock, and two red spots appeared on her cheeks gradually.

"Don't look wise," He warned in a cold voice.

Just when the warm breath fell on Baylee's neck, she couldn't help but want to kiss him.

After all, no girls could resist such a charming man.

"Please remember, you're just a toy I bought with money!" Rylee said indifferently.

"When will you get tired of me?" Baylee asked, coming out of her reverie.

If I keep doing this, I will eventually become a woman without a soul. Instead, Baylee told herself, I should try my hardest to be myself.

Rylee glared at her, sneering, "God knows!"

"What if I don't agree?"

Even if Baylee couldn't defeat him, she was willing to have a try.

"As you like," Rylee said.

Baylee attempted to attack him with both hands, but Rylee blocked it with his crutch. Then she turned around and kicked the crutch in his hand away, which surprised him a lot.

Rylee put on a faint smile as he waited for her next attack.

Baylee thought she could knock Rylee down in a few minutes, and when she was about to make another air kick, Rylee not only dodged quickly, but also grabbed her shoulder.

Baylee got a surprise as she saw a lame man with such a quick response.

"Let go of me!" Baylee said as she struggled.

After Rylee pulled a little harder, the two of them fell to the ground almost at the same time.

Seeing this, Baylee lifted her feet. Before she could kick, Rylee had already pressed on him.

"Ah..." Baylee let out a painful cry that was easily misinterpreted by others.

"Rylee, let go of me!" she added as she couldn't breathe.

"Beg me!" Rylee said as he raised his chin slightly.

Baylee felt unwell being stared at by Rylee, avoiding eye contact with him as much as possible.

No, I can't die today. I must wuss out, Baylee told herself.

"Please, let me go..." she said perfunctorily.

"Didn't you say you wanted to fight back? Is that all you've got?" Rylee sneered.

After being humiliated by him, Baylee bit her lower lip in anger and looked away.

"I'm not going to say anything else. I just hope I can live my life as a normal person rather than as a criminal imprisoned by you." Tears streamed down her cheeks as she finished speaking.