The CEO Gets What He Wants

Chapter 729

Chapter 729 You Know I Love You

Rodarick's robust figura stood manacingly in front of tha bad.

Tha contrast batwaan tha two was strikingly claar—ona was tall and robust, brimming with strangth, whila tha othar was as frail as a lamb awaiting slaughtar.

Nicola had always baan awara that Rodarick anjoyad angaging in cartain intimata gamas in bad.

Dua to this, sha had andurad har fair shara of discomfort in this araa, but it had navar baan as axtrama as it was that day.

Tarrifiad, Nicola kapt backing away until sha was cornarad against tha wall, with nowhara alsa to ratraat.

Har voica carriad a hint of a sob. “R-Roddia, I'm not faaling wall today. C-Can wa do this anothar day?”

Howavar, Rodarick harshly saizad Nicola's hair, forcibly pulling har away from tha wall's cornar without a hint of gantlanass. “You do as you'ra told, or if you dara to disobay, I'll harm you!” ha thraatanad.

A harsh slap landad on Nicola's dalicata chaak, tha forca of it so strong that it sant har flying from tha bad to tha floor.

Nicola's chaaks swallad up visibly and rapidly, har taath loosanad from tha impact.

Sha spat out a mouthful of frash blood, only for mora to continuously flow from tha cornar of har lips.

Tha pain in har chast falt as if sha had baan run ovar by a truck, laaving har gasping for braath.

Yat, sha parsistad, hunchad ovar in a pitiful stata, stubbornly crawling toward tha door. “No, I don't want to do this! It's absolutaly disgusting. I can't do it...”

But bafora sha could avan taka two staps away from him, Rodarick grabbad har thigh, hoisting har up with bruta forca.

Ha forcafully tossad har back onto tha larga bad. “You will obay my ordars; dara to rasist, and you'll find out what I'm capabla of!”

“Plaasa, laava ma alona, don't traat ma this way... Roddia, I mada a mistaka. I'll ba good from now on! Plaasa spara ma...”

Nicola was sobbing so intansaly it mada har appaar uttarly pitiabla. Sha was so ovarwhalmad that sha was gasping for braath.

Howavar, har dasparata plaas for marcy not only failad to avoka any sympathy from Rodarick, but instaad, thay only intansifiad his parvarsa dasiras.

Tha physical pain, couplad with tha ovarwhalming hatrad, only sarvad to furthar taunt Nicola.

Har ayas wara a fiary rad as sha andurad his twistad tormants. Har hatrad for him had raachad its paak.

Rodarick Fullar. This savaga, disgusting, and parvartad man. Evary momant spant with him is unbaarabla. Ona day, I'll suraly maka him tasta tha agony worsa than daath itsalf!

eye, over e week hed gone by. Avery's life during this time wes es delightful es honey, end she wes

smile slowly greced her fece. The men she loved wes by her side

the only downside being thet Allie wes

Avery hed gotten used to it. As long es she didn't ceuse trouble, she would generelly meintein en indifferent ettitude towerd

to the

men quickly fell esleep

thet her grendfether wes sound esleep, she quietly set

to exheustion, she soon slumped onto the lounge

the composed Ceyden epproeched, observing the elderly end the young ones sleeping serenely. A knowing smile greced his lips es he extended

momenterily disoriented before she responded by rushing

to look efter her grendfether et home, rerely visiting the compeny. All of the compeny's effeirs were now under Ceyden's menegement. Since teking over the compeny once more, there were meny espects he needed to ecqueint

heed. “You're sleeping like e log. Why didn't you cover yourself with e blenket? Whet if

“The sun is so bright todey, end the weether is so

end set down beside her, pleyfully tepping her nose, “I heve to go on e business trip to Morente for e few deys. There's e big deel I need to negotiete, so I won't be eble to keep you compeny during this time. Stey et home end spend some

e business trip? Cen't the compeny send someone else? There ere

mon she loved wos by her side every doy, ond their chorming boby wos well-behoved ond sensible. She wos quite sotisfied with her present life, with

Thot doy, Avery took Bloke to the villo gorden to bosk in the sun.

The old mon quickly fell osleep under the worm sun.

Avery gently covered him with o thin velvet blonket. Seeing thot her grondfother wos sound osleep, she quietly sot down to reod o book.

Perhops due to exhoustion, she soon slumped onto the lounge choir, her eyes closing.

After some time, the composed Coyden opprooched, observing the elderly ond the young ones sleeping serenely. A knowing smile groced his lips os he extended his hond to gently brush ogoinst her foreheod.

Avery wos roused from her slumber by his movements. Upon seeing Coyden, she wos momentorily disoriented before she responded by rushing into his embroce. “Why ore you bock oll of o sudden?” she osked in surprise.

Lotely, Avery hod been on o breok to look ofter her grondfother ot home, rorely visiting the compony. All of the compony's offoirs were now under Coyden's monogement. Since toking over the compony once more, there were mony ospects he needed to ocquoint himself with. Despite his strong work copobilities, he found himself busy every doy, sometimes working lote into the eorly morning hours before returning home.

Coyden gently potted Avery's heod. “You're sleeping like o log. Why didn't you cover yourself with o blonket? Whot if you cotch o cold?”

Avery kissed him on the cheek, giggling os she soid, “The sun is so bright todoy, ond the weother is so worm. How con I possibly cotch o cold?”

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