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?

be crazy. All he ever

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

a toy, why couldn't he

must be like that of

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

the car door and the 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 exhaustion on

we go back to the

thought of something, "Is anyone

Saul standing guard outside her door, Mrs. James should be fine," Ladd reported briefly.

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

his teeth

Saul to follow her if she wants to go shopping or work. She could go anywhere she wants but the hospital." "Yes,

I asked you to

referring to. "Deacon has already contacted them." He fell

other party was stalling

'invite' them over

you want to

in the back seat

blue-tooth headphones.

drove straight

large manor after he

After driving for a while, it stopped in front of the main building of the manor. "Welcome home,

wet, warm, clean towel

The warm, lemonade-scented towel

Not long after...

black commercial vehicle parked in front

mother

have the right to do this!" The young

not an invitation. They were

kind of "invitation" was

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

the entrance of the reception

door was shut, and the young mother and son hesitated. Obviously, they didn't want

leave." The

pushed open from the inside.

waiting for a long time. Madam, sir, would

"No need."

hint, the mother and the son went into

out, turned around,

"Don't...."

The butler interrupted her,

Dyer, please sit

was alert. She had a hunch that nothing good

around and saw the tall

herself to pull her son

talks. He went straight to the topic.

loudly. "No way! Ollie has already done the match

fake certificate. It was

"Nonsense!

Shaw! This

over another

and her face turned pale. "How is this possible?" It was a confession. There were only a few sentences on the paper about the fake matching results. And the signature at

confessed everything in

short of breath, her chest

is impossible. Jafar is not the only one who

had made it

Jafar or me, which one

course,

child is

not donate bone

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

was trying to persuade

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

racing heart. She was sure that the man was

you take a look at the conditions I offer for