Facade of Love

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.

I could not tell if it was my

of his sentence because I fled from

In the bedroom.

bed, feeling dazed and powerless. How had I survived those six months at the border? The

that even recalling them could

and let the cold water wash

nightmares haunted

awakened by the doorbell downstairs. I

door and found a frantic Ensio standing

and the bloodstains on him, I frowned, and

now. Mrs. Young, please come with me.” Without waiting for my response, he pulled

the car in a hurry, I could not help but ask,

the road and said, “Mr. Young went with Ms. Scott to Mount Sage Church to pray this morning. On the way back, they somehow got into an accident. Mr.

time. It was only seven in the morning. The trip to the church alone would take over an hour. Had they gone out before the sun had

they praying or going on

sped down the streets, and we soon arrived at

the emergency room, I saw Moore sitting in the corridor, crying her eyes out, her

arrived, people from the Young family also appeared. It was their

Zachary.

for a moment and asked me, “Mrs.