Steal my heart by Savannah Kade

Chapter 319: Body in Heaven but Heart in Hell

Her eyes watered as he got on top of her. She said hoarsely, "I hate ... you."

He stifled her unfinished sentence with a fierce kiss.

She suddenly felt a sharp pang of pain. He got into her without any notice.

She was unable to utter anything but to look at him in hatred and fear.

When the man met her eyes, his heart sank. He covered those eyes with his hand. He didn't want her to look at him like that!

Anguish filled the man's eyes. Now he could stop suppressing his feelings. Anyway..., her eyes were covered, and she couldn't see him.

She was his!

He was the one hurting her, and he was also the one feeling hurt.... So much had happened that he wondered if they had a future. Grace, you were so cruel!

The room smelled of sex, yet the two in bed were despaired.

This was what he wanted the most in the last three years, but he felt heartbroken and suffocated.

He felt good physically, but he was tortured inside.

He listened carefully to her groans as she endured his intrusion. He paid attention to every sound she made. Every time she moaned, his pain grew.

I was sorry, Grace. I didn't mean to hurt you. Don't run away from me. Don't. Stay with me. I would be nice to you. I would give you everything. Don't... run away anymore.

He knew that he was shameless. He knew he had shown her the worst of him.

He was happy physically, but miserable mentally.

He felt like he was between heaven and hell and finally went crazy.

When it was over, the man got up and the woman on the bed was numb. She stared blankly at the man's muscular chest and watched him get dressed elegantly. He acted like as if ... as if what had happened was just some absurd, boring drama.

He acted like he was a whoremaster who had just got laid.

She raised her finger and found that she was weak.

"You're really a jerk." She moved her eyes mechanically and stared at the man beside the bed blankly.

The man buttoned the collar with his slim fingers. He paused for a moment and turned around slowly. He lowered his head and looked down at the woman on the bed.

"Didn't you know I was a jerk a long time ago?"

He buttoned the last button slowly. He bent down and placed his palm on the bed beside her face. His handsome face was close to hers. He curled up his thin lips and said in a hoarse, magnetic voice, "So don't run away. Don't try to resist.

I was a jerk. Don't try to provoke a jerk.

Now he was like Satan from hell. He was dangerous and cold. But he was almost suffocating in torment.

Keep her.... He couldn't think of any other way. He was willing to be the man she hated if he could keep her. He was willing to live in hell if he could keep her.

But allowing her to donate bone marrow at the risk of her own life? Allowing her to take the immeasurable risk that could result in her death?

He suddenly stood up and straightened his back. His large hands resting by his legs clenched into tight fists.... HE COULDN'T DO THAT!

The woman on the bed was silent. Suddenly, she curled up her lips into an odd smile. The man's heart skipped a beat.

"I'm nothing but a toy, right?" She muttered hoarsely. She seemed to be asking him, but she was more like talking to herself.

Suddenly!

The man's face turned pale as he said coldly, "Yes, toy," he sneered, "So be good, understand?"

With such arrogant words, the man turned away eagerly, as if he couldn't wait to flee from the room.

The door was shut with a loud sound. The bedroom returned to the depressing silence.

The man strode out, followed by Ladd.

The more he thought about it, the sadder he became.

Toy?

toy, then he must be crazy. All he ever wanted

was a kid. If they broke, he would throw them away. If he was tired of them, he

was a toy, why couldn't

like that of

you like, I could be your toy as long as you didn't leave me again...,

man got into the car. He was no longer daunting. He reached out and rubbed the space between his eyebrows. There was only bitterness and

back to the company, Boss?" Ladd

man seemed to have thought of something,

outside her door, Mrs.

go to the hospital." How could she take such a risk to get away from

his

follow her if she wants to go shopping or work. She could

thing I asked

has already contacted them." He fell silent

had made it clear the other party

'invite' them over

surprised, "Boss, do you want to meet them

the back seat waved his hand tiredly. "Do

blue-tooth headphones. He called Deacon and transferred the

he drove straight

the large manor after

for a while, it stopped in front of the main building of the

handed over a wet, warm, clean towel with the scent of

The warm, lemonade-scented

Not long after...

parked in front

young mother and son was "invited" off. They

not going. I want to go back. You don't have the right to do this!" The young woman was

an invitation.

of

you keep him waiting for too long. And none of us can bear the consequences." Deacon learned that from Ladd. Unblinking and expressionless, he forced them

the entrance of the reception

and

let's leave." The boy

was pushed open from the inside. The butler was courteous and aloof, politely inviting them

has been waiting for a long time. Madam, sir, would you prefer coffee

"No need."

moved aside. At his hint, the mother and the

out, turned around, and thoughtfully closed the door

"Don't...."

The butler interrupted her,

please sit

hunch that nothing good was going to

saw the

choice but to force herself to pull her son forward

impatient for any small talks. He went straight to the topic. The man pushed the coffee-colored file bag on

and smashed the document on the table loudly. "No way! Ollie has already done the match with his older brother, and Grace knows it!" She emphasized Grace's

It was done by Jafar, wasn't

"Nonsense!

Shaw! This

snorted and handed over another piece

sentences on the paper about the fake matching results. And the signature at the bottom of this

in this

of

impossible. Jafar is not the only one who

He had made it clear

me, which

Of course, it would

is still

not

is successful, Ollie is still a kid. Mr. Shaw, please understand us as parents. Even if we faked the document, we did it only for the sake of our

trying

Otherwise...." The man cast an icy glance at her as if he was looking at a dead woman. "Who will

the man with a racing heart. She was sure that the man was

don't you take a look at the conditions I offer for you and your