After Divorce, My General Husband Chasing Me Back

Love My Ex-Wife 223

Chapter 223 I'm Done Waiting

Claire's eyes darted toward the incense, realization hitting her like a wave.

"You twisted bastard..." she muttered, reaching out to swat the burning stick to the ground.

She assumed this was all part of Vincent's elaborate plan, unaware that Zachary had orchestrated the entire setup.

It seemed obvious now-a man so practiced in preying on women would naturally have tricks up his sleeve.

She had been cautious, avoiding the wine, but still, she'd fallen into the trap.

Her head felt heavy, her strength ebbing away with each passing second. Panic began to creep in.

She couldn't stay here-if she did, there was no telling what Vincent might do to her.

But Vincent, too, had been affected by the incense, though not as much. Standing farther from it, he'd inhaled less of its effects. His mind, however, was clouded with lust, and when he saw Claire trying to leave, his instincts took over.

As she managed to get the door open, Vincent lunged at her, dragging her back into the room.

Chapter 223 I'm Done Waiting

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"You think you can leave? Hah!" he sneered, slamming the door shut and locking it behind them. "You little tease-once you're in my grasp, there's no way you're getting away."

Vincent shoved her back toward the room, the force causing her to stumble.

Thankfully, the incense had burned out, and without inhaling more of its fumes, Claire's head began to clear, if only slightly.

her usual strength diminished. On a normal day, she could have taken Vincent down in

if in submission. "I see now-I was wrong. I shouldn't have tried to outsmart you. I know there's no way I'm getting out of

her tone, hoping

wore off,

asked for was one night of your attention. But it's too late for that now. You'll have to keep me entertained for a few days at least, until I'm satisfied. Then maybe-maybe I'll think about signing

I'm

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think you can leave? Hah!" he sneered, slamming the door shut and locking it behind them. "You little tease-once

back toward the room, the

out, and without inhaling more of its fumes, Claire's head began to

diminished. On a normal day, she could have taken Vincent down in seconds, but tonight was

in submission. "I see now-I was wrong. I shouldn't have tried to outsmart you. I know there's no way I'm getting out of this tonight, so I won't fight anymore. All I ask is that you sign the documents,

Claire softened her tone,

once the effects wore off, Vincent wouldn't stand a

want to play nice?" he sneered. "If you'd just agreed earlier, all I'd have asked for was one night of your attention. But it's too late for that

I'm

knelt on the ground, head bowed, her demeanor one of submission. "Yes, Mr. Patterson," she said, her

you."

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she kept her expression docile. She had no intention of letting him get away with this. Claire bided her time, knowing that the moment her strength returned,

at his words. If she had the strength, she'd have slapped

for now, she had to

weakly, her voice deliberately trembling, "I... I don't have the strength... I can barely even talk, let alone crawl over

only seemed to excite him

anticipation as he got up and grabbed her by the arm, hauling

landed hard, her vision spinning from the force of the throw. Before she could regain her

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leering face loomed over hers, and the sight