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."

man moved his sore jaw, his eyes burning with both lust and anger. He took a deep breath and told the driver,

ride, Eliza was

to maintain a semblance of

was no match

as quick, and what's worse, she

car drove directly

Casper had lifted

you not

his face

was never one

were

She couldn't resist him.

they were nothing

still feel entitled

fragile as

his tie, carelessly

can you calm

moment

her protests, domineering and strong, leaving no room for

lip, blood spreading between them, only

and dominance further.

His kiss was relentless.

as their blood mixed, creating a

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