novelxo Chapter 115
Chapter 115
Stella was a little confused.
She went downstairs and saw Alfred. He noticed her bruised lip and joked, “What happened to your lip?”
Stella covered her mouth, remembering the morning’s incident.
Alfred, sensing her discomfort, reassured her, “Seeing you two getting along so well puts my mind at ease. After breakfast, I be heading back.”
“Grandpa, you’re not staying a bit longer?” Stella asked
“Nah, I’m getting on in age. I can’t handle sleeping in strange beds, Alfred replied.
Stella assisted him into the dining room for breakfast.
Brian soon joined them. His expression was dark as he took his seat at the table. “Morning, Grandpa.”
“Why the sour expression?” Alfred raised an eyebrow, noticing Brian’s frustrated demeanor. “Had a rough night?”
At that, Stella nearly choked on her pumpkin soup.
Brian shot her a glance, his gaze cold. “Nothing.”
He then served Alfred some food.
Alfred persisted, “Then what’s with the face?”
“It’s nothing,” Brian replied curtly, unwilling to elaborate. He quietly ate his breakfast.
Stella couldn’t fathom why he was upset, so she ate in silence.
After breakfast, they stood at the door, seeing Alfred off.
As Stella turned to head for her Porsche, Brian’s voice cut through the air, cold and sharp. “Come upstairs
with me.”
“What’s up?” Stella asked, puzzled by his tone.
“What do you see me wearing?” Brian glared at her, his irritation evident.
Stella glanced at his attire and realized he was still in his loungewear. It dawned on her that she had forgotten to fetch his clothes.
Realizing her mistake, she turned back. “Forgot about that. I’ll go grab them for you.”
As soon as she stepped into the room, the click of the door locking echoed in her ears.
Turning around, she was greeted by Brian’s Imposing Figure looming over her. His lips met hers without warning.
Stella gasped and struggled to catch her breath. “Brian, what are you doing?”
He remained silent and–pressed her against the floor–to–ceiling window. His kiss was so intense that her breath became uneven.
Feeling frightened, she pushed against him. “What do you think you’re doing?”
Brian continued to kiss her wildly. His actions became more aggressive as he tore her dress apart in the struggle. Holding her tightly, he seemed consumed by primal instincts.
Meanwhile, Stella’s dress was in disarray, and she felt utterly humiliated as Brian pressed her against the window, leaving her no room to escape.
“Brian, what are you doing?” Her voice trembled with fear.
“Help me.” Brian’s usually handsome face was clouded with desperation.
Stella was terrified. She understood his intentions but recoiled, her petite frame attempting to retreat. No, you can’t.”
“You seduced me this morning,” he insisted, pulling her closer.
Ignoring her resistance, he delivered a firm smack to her buttocks. “Listen to me.”
“I said no!” she protested.
Tears streamed down her face. “Please…”
They were divorced. She refused to be his outlet any longer.
But she couldn’t break free from Brian’s grasp, and all she could do was cry.
As Brian listened to her sobbing, his expression darkened. “Does my touch really hurt you that much?”
“I just don’t want it!” she cried out, her tears flowing uncontrollably.
Brian, feeling tense from her crying, was torn between satisfying his needs and comforting her. He
couldn’t bear to see her cry.
Closing his eyes briefly, he spoke to her in a soothing tone, “Alright, stop crying.”
His voice carried a hint of comfort, as if he were trying to console her. “I won’t touch you. Please, stop-
crying.”
But her tears continued to stream down, her sobbing growing more intense with each passing moment.