Chapter 8 Car Accident

I froze for a few seconds before I snapped back to reality as my l*ps started to ache from his bites. I tried to push him away forcefully, but the inherent difference in strength between men and women quickly became apparent. My efforts were futile in the face of his.

“Idris, aren’t you disgusted?” I struggled, my voice a little hoarse.

My words seemed to have an effect on him. He stopped, his thin l*ps slightly swollen and irresistibly S**y. He stared at me silently, his black eyes unwavering.

I met his gaze, took a deep breath, and asked, “Is this how you treat Moore when you’re with her? Forcing yourself her when you can’t win an argument?”

“Disgusted?” He looked at me, his face darkening in a frightening way. Ignoring my discomfort, he lifted the hem of my shirt. His large hands were caressing the ugly scar on my abdomen. He looked at me mockingly and sneered. “Yes, it’s pretty disgusting.”

I felt as if I had been struck by lightning and rooted to the spot. His words were like a punch to the gut, leaving me breathless. Some people could utterly destroy you with just one sentence.

He knew my Achilles‘ heel, and his strike hit the mark.

Yes, I had also been extremely disgusted by this hideous scar on my abdomen. This scar reminded me

all the time about how stupid and ignorant I was when I was eighteen years old.

“Ha…” I wanted to laugh but could not. Facing the stern man before me, I opened my mouth but found myself speechless.

I did not have the strength to look at him anymore, nor did I want to hear his mockery. I pushed him

away.

but I dodged him. I could not tell if it was my imagination or not, he seemed somewhat flustered as

his sentence because I

In the bedroom.

I survived those six

that even recalling

shower, and let the cold

night, nightmares haunted

day, I was awakened by the doorbell downstairs. I had slept poorly, and

the door and found a frantic Ensio

on him,

hospital now. Mrs. Young, please come with me.” Without waiting

hurry, I could not help but ask, “What exactly happened?” How did he

with Ms. Scott to Mount Sage Church to pray this morning. On the way back, they somehow got into

looked at the time. It was only seven in the morning. The trip to the church

or going on a

streets, and we soon arrived

in the corridor, crying her eyes out, her b*dy stained with

Young family also appeared. It was

Zachary.

Moore sobbing uncontrollably, he hesitated for a moment and asked me, “Mrs. Young,

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