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.

. Chapter 126 I Hope You Can Be Tough

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dawned on her that Frederick hetwood the hurd kw playing

she recalled a saying she'd heard men despise women who are

it. Your perceptions matter little

just don't want to be your plaything, anymore," the continued. "After everything I've been through,

really don't wish for another

a hint of sarcasm, "you mentioned before

this is just me repaying my debt

her grip on Frederick's hand

an expression as calm as a still lake devoid of any

observed Claire intently, beneath her grandiose words about debts and roles lay an

Hope

like a vine, desperate for his presence in her

her current demeanor seemed like yet another scheme designed

with an amused glint in his eye. "Very well

deftly avoiding Claire's injury as he began to unbutton her clothing, one button at

few swift motions,

chill enveloped Claire as she lay exposed on the bed, her heart racing with

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fingertips, tracing a path up her arms, over her shoulders,

featherlight, sending

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