MC Bookstore Chapter 1190 - 1186: Rotten to the Core
Chapter 1190 - 1186: Rotten to the Core
Damn Luke Land, why does he always like to wrong her, misunderstand her? Just like before, she clearly didn’t mean to lose the baby deliberately, but he stubbornly believed she did it on purpose.Seeing her quiet down, he thought it was somewhat strange. Would she obediently comply, then submit?
His fingertips hesitantly glided over every inch of her soft skin. She slightly furrowed her brows, yet didn’t resist. She repeatedly warned herself in her heart, ’Eva Miller, haven’t you already let Oliver Johnson go? So, it doesn’t matter to give yourself to Luke Land.’
She closed her eyes, her expression somewhat bounding, as if forcing herself to accept him...
He somewhat dominantly pried open her lips, tangled with her deeply. Eva Miller clung to his neck, forced to respond to him, but this kiss contained a hint of revenge, making it hard for her to accept...
"Look at me," he ordered out loud.
Eva Miller stubbornly kept her eyes closed, refusing to open them, even... tears of grievance spilled from the corners of her eyes.
Luke Land felt vexed, seemingly losing any interest, tossing her onto the bed, picking up the shirt on the floor, and then striding out of the room, slamming the door as he left.
Only then did Eva Miller open her eyes.
Looking at the ambiguous marks on her body, the traces on her chest, Eva Miller couldn’t help but curse Luke Land a thousand times in her heart.
"Luke Land, you bastard!" she cursed while crying, then picked up the clothes from the floor and put them on. "What on earth do you want, not giving isn’t right, giving isn’t right either, I just didn’t resist, why are you throwing a tantrum at me..."
Eva Miller felt so aggrieved she could die. Only now did she realize, this man’s temper was so bad! He’s rotten to the core.
She sullenly picked up the clothes from the floor, got dressed, went to the bathroom to wash her face, steadied her emotions, and then headed downstairs.
Even though she pretended as if nothing happened, her reddened eyes betrayed her.
"Oh, Young Madam, why are you crying like this again?" The butler hurriedly stepped forward to comfort her.
"Butler, why didn’t you save me earlier? If you had, I wouldn’t have been bullied by that bastard!" Eva Miller angrily sat by the dining table, glaring at Luke Land sitting across from her.
"Well..." The butler secretly moved aside, feeling the intention but lacking the courage.
Eva Miller looked at Luke Land sitting there calmly, as if he was uninvolved, making her increasingly angry. She wasn’t his plaything; she couldn’t accept being toyed with like that.
"Luke Land, apologize to me."
"Did I just do something to wrong you?" He took a casual sip of red wine from his glass and asked carelessly.
"You did all that, threw a tantrum at me, doesn’t that count as doing something to wrong me?"
"Eva Miller, if that counts as me throwing a tantrum at you, how have you usually treated me? Have you forgotten?"
"I..." Eva Miller felt guilty. She did like to throw tantrums at him, but usually... usually, he was thick-skinned enough to not mind her scolding.
The atmosphere became increasingly tense.
Eva Miller tried hard to calm herself down, suddenly, Luke Land raised his eyes, his gaze landing directly on her, "Eva Miller, have you still not let go of Oliver Johnson?"
"Which eye of yours sees that I haven’t let go?" She frowned at him. She didn’t know why he wanted to entangle in this when she was ready to let go. Was it fun?