Chapter 362

She had been tirelessly working for days, pulling strings, spending money, and exhausting herself to deal with her father's illness. Her body and soul were utterly drained. Yet here he was, lecturing her on propriety.

Who did he think he was?

"What right do you have, Casper? Who are you to me? My life and my affairs are none of your business. You have no authority over me. Let me go."

She struggled against him, her hands pounding against his strong, well-defined fingers.

Her eyes blazed with resentment.

"What if I don't let go?" His hand moved to her pale neck, pulling her closer. "Why are you so hostile towards me? Did I help you wrongly?"

"I don't need your help; I can handle it myself." She sneered, truly not needing his uninvited intervention. "Mr. Casper, you really have a knack for meddling." "Yeah, I'm a damn fool for caring." He gripped her neck, his kiss more angry than tender.

It was forceful, angry, and meant to teach a lesson.

He pinned her down, not allowing her to resist or refuse.

Even in front of the driver and Dillon, he began to tear open her blouse.

"Slap."

A harsh slap landed on his face.

Eliza, in a panic, clutched her clothes. "Stop it."

his eyes burning with both lust and anger.

the ride, Eliza was

tried to maintain a semblance of

she was no

what's worse, she couldn't even

car drove directly into Welton

could get out, Casper

can you

his face

was never one to

were husband

She couldn't resist him.

were nothing to each

did he still feel entitled

onto the bed, she felt as fragile as a leaf

off his tie, carelessly pressing down on

you calm

trying to find a moment to

protests, domineering and strong,

bit his lip, blood spreading between them,

and dominance further.

His kiss was relentless.

creating a salty

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