Chapter 40 Who’s In There? Get The Hell Out!

"He’s asking you a question. Are you crying?" Luke's hoarse voice was pressed against her back. He kissed her, again and again, moving up her spine and reaching her earlobe. 'Tell me, are you crying?"

Just then, there was a loud clap of thunder outside, followed by a flash of lightning.

Bianca took that chance to bark at him, saying, "You’re such a thug!" 'That's right. In public, I am a gentleman to everyone. But in private, I am your personal thug." Luke bit her ear from behind and licked her back and forth.

One of his hands reached around her slender waist at the same time, reaching to touch her round belly button.

The man's rough and cracked thumb rubbed her belly button back and forth

Bianca could not stand the way she was caressing her, and she instinctively fought against his finger on her belly button. That was why she arched her body back and raised her head.

That way, though, she made it much easier for Luke to press his body against hers...

Jean was still pouring his heart to her outside. "I was out of hand that day, Bianca, and I shouldn't have said those things. I'm sorry. But you don't know how my mom scolded me that day! She called me a piece of trash, said I couldn't even keep a hold on my own woman!

'The lady in your neighborhood told my mom that you brought a boyfriend home, and that you were extremely intimate with each other downstairs. When I connected that to the flowers you received, I... I felt my head hurt as though it was going to explode!

"How much must imported flowers cost? I don't know, but I know that I would never splurge on something like that, considering how much I earn right now. I was jealous! Jealous that someone else could provide you with more!"

Jean paused after that outburst, thinking that Bianca was listening to him on the other side.

"My mom was only angry because she likes you as a daughter-in-law too much. Although we had just gotten engaged, my mom already considered herself your mother-in-law. Tell me, which mother-in-law would be able to stand having another man sneaking into her daughter-in-law’s house?"

There was no reply from the other side of the door, only the sound of a body hitting the door board. It made him think that she was still sobbing on the other side.

"Bianca, can you come out once you’re done crying? You just have to explain to my mom and apologize..." 1

Bianca’s hands and body were plastered onto the door, without a single gap between her person and the wood. She had nowhere to go, neither forward nor back...

The man behind her kept trying to challenge her sanity. 1

Jean's words reached her ears.

nothing happened before this. I was never intimate with Luke Crawford, and we only exchanged a few

gotten into a bit of

had even told Luke off for his cold and grumpy expression, so

people believed in the lies of a

was not only Mrs. Langdon who

that misunderstanding aside, Bianca never forgot what else Jean said. She could never forget how

done it, and that was the only reason

easy to make Jean believe in the

if Marie was good at fibbing, or if Jean really was

felt her mood fall

wallow

punished her for

"Ah... No... Oh... Ah!"

melted under his

He looked down at her body, at her flesh pressed between his body and

were even fairer

seem to hear Jean's voice outside the room at all. The moment

face that man

was she supposed to face

found

trampled all over her pride, right here and now, while Jean was desperately trying to salvage their relationship with his words, she

face was flushed red, and the

lips were rosy

from all

her head instead. He wanted nothing more than

entered her with an air of dominance, exploring her

her hands, shaking her head as she protested and hammered him with her

was no way

your head even now?" "No..." Bianca shook her head,

a relatively abstinent life over the past five days. She barely even watched

her lips

other hand did not stop. 1 "Ohh..." Bianca involuntarily

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