The Wrong Woman

Chapter 323

Oliver stood with his hands in his pockets. His smile was gentle, but his gaze was sinister. His demeanor could send shivers down anyone’s spine..

Mila remained motionless. She calmly stared at him.

Oliver walked toward her, then sat on the edge of the bed. With one hand supporting him, he leaned on the bed, slowly approaching her. His other hand gently caressed her cheek.

His hand moved very slowly down from her face, gently tracing the contour of her neck. It continued to her shoulder, almost reaching her chest.

Mila felt her stomach in knots. She felt nauseous and had the urge to vomit. She was overwhelmed with disgust, as if she was about to fall apart.

However, she showed no reaction, only staring at Oliver with an indifferent gaze.

Mila’s indifference struck Oliver. His hands stopped just beneath her collarbone for a moment. “Aren’t you afraid of me?” he asked with a fierce gaze.

Mila was gagged with a piece of cloth. She was unable to speak or give any response.

Oliver was obviously a pervert. He would only become more turned on if she showed fear or

resistance.

you know why I’ve imprisoned

words. She thought it was just a kidnapping. She didn’t

any reaction, Oliver removed the cloth from

relief as the painful stiffness in her mouth instantly

can scream

didn’t do anything foolish. Instead, she calmly replied,

her collarbone to her fair and

“I proposed to you. Why did you

memory. I’ve forgotten our past, and I still feel quite unfamiliar with you. How can I accept a

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long hair, then caressed her head. He said in a

lost my memory,” Mila replied. She was so nervous that it caused her scalp to tingle with

what unforeseen events might befall her next. All she could do now

for time.

Hoffis Manor?” Oliver’s tone was serious as he narrowed his

deep breath. She pondered for a moment before responding, “I still have feelings for Nathan. I moved into Hoffis Manor to monitor Sally because I want to ruin her wedding with Nathan.”

Oliver sneered.

felt his sinister amusement, sending

“I