After Divorce, My General Husband Chasing Me Back

Love My Ex-Wife 126

Chapter 126 I Hope You Can Be Tough

Claire gasped, "Frederick!"

As she realized her pleas for mercy were falling on deaf ears, a sense of defiance began to stir within her.

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Yet, injured and vulnerable, how could she possibly fight back? The disparity in their strength, a man against a woman, was starkly evident.

The moment she attempted to shift, Frederick's grip on her thigh tightened effortlessly, as if he were merely adjusting his hold. She found herself completely immobilized.

"Claire," he said with a smug expression, "as a woman, I think it would be wise for you to be more sensible. Don't you realize that the more you resist, the more you ignite a man's desire to conquer? Or are you trying to provoke my desire to dominate you?" His arrogance was palpable.

Claire had always adored him, chasing after him since childhood, and now she understood that all her efforts were indeed meant to draw his attention and provoke his possessive instincts.

Every year, on his birthday, she would surprise him with the most astonishing gifts.

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214 But the Claire of today was far more weeds than the yard orda bud once been so naive, four years in prison had tawdd day outl

to conquer? Vine Chire finally

the hurd kw playing hard to get all

smile crossed her lips as she recalled a saying she'd heard men despise women who

how you see it, so be it. Your perceptions matter little to me, I care about

your plaything, anymore," the continued. "After everything I've been through, all I

really don't wish for another round of that. But given my current state, I can't

she added with a hint of sarcasm, "you mentioned before that

it yourself; this is just me repaying

that thought, Claire released her grip on Frederick's hand and

at him with an expression as calm as a still lake devoid

her grandiose words about debts and roles lay an undeniable

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like a vine, desperate for his presence in her

her current demeanor seemed like yet another scheme designed to ensnare him

that so?" he mused with an amused glint in his eye. "Very well then;

deftly avoiding Claire's injury as he began to unbutton her

swift

enveloped Claire as she lay exposed on the bed, her

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was filled with intrigue as his fingers glided from her fingertips, tracing a path up her arms, over her shoulders, along her collarbone, and finally to her

touch was featherlight, sending shivers coursing through Claire's