Unveiled: The Survivor's Triumph

Chapter 180 If You Don't Eat, I'll Make Love to You

I tried like crazy to push him away, but I just couldn't match his strength.

He didn't even acknowledge my protests.

His kisses were full of anger and force; it felt like he was biting my lips. It hurt like hell.

Faris tried to pry my teeth open, but I kept my jaw clenched tight, not giving him a chance.

Out of nowhere, he pinched my chin, and the pain made me let my guard down. He took that moment to invade my mouth.

The unfamiliar breath and slippery sensation made me feel completely humiliated.

I knew that no matter how much I fought back, I was at his mercy.

As tears streamed down, I gave up struggling.

But then, Faris suddenly stopped. He let go of my lips and stared at me, breathing heavily.

I tried hard to hold back my tears, but they just kept coming.

He bit his lower lip, and for a second, I thought I saw regret in his eyes.

At that moment, his impulsiveness seemed to fade, and he was much calmer.

He reached out to wipe away my tears, his touch gentle, but his tone was still overbearing. "If you don't eat, I'll make love to you." After saying that, he helped me up and handed me the utensils.

"Hurry up and eat." His tone and gaze were threatening.

I picked up the utensils, walked over to the table, and slowly started eating.

Faris moved the plate of pork ribs in front of me. "Eat the meat."

Looking at the greasy pork ribs, my stomach churned.

I put down the bowl and rushed to the trash can, retching.

I hadn't eaten for a while, so there was nothing to throw up except some stomach acid, but I just had this intense urge to vomit.

Faris seemed a bit lost. "What's wrong? Don't you like it?"

I didn't say anything; my stomach felt awful, like something was pulling everything inside upwards.

He handed me some water, and I rinsed my mouth with it. After a while, I straightened up.

He poured me a cup of warm water to drink. "Could you be pregnant?"

Hearing him say that, I choked on the water and started coughing violently.

He quickly patted my back. "You can even choke on water, impressive."

I put down the cup, my mind in turmoil.

Counting the days, my period was indeed late. I had always wanted a child. If I were really pregnant, I should be overjoyed. But I couldn't feel any happiness at the moment.

It couldn't be that coincidental; maybe it was just my empty stomach acting up.

"So what do you want to eat? You can't just eat nothing." Faris seemed pretty worried.

I shook my head, not feeling like eating anything at all.

you don't eat, at least drink the milk and get some

the room, I forced myself to drink the

the table, I grabbed

a moment, I turned it

call notifications, but they were all from around six or seven

other words, since Ethan took Faye away, he

then I thought, why should I care about this? What could be more heart-wrenching than his words,

on

the place,

thought about the

heard me crying and turned back that

have happened to the embarrassed me who

caught up, I would still be there; maybe I would have swallowed my pride and gone back with him, accepting all his unfair terms, and eventually be kicked out like a stray dog. Meeting Ethan gave me the strength to stand up

anything; from

dinner, Faris made oatmeal porridge, which wasn't greasy, and I managed to eat a

Faris said he would take

of the village and finally stopped at

night. Back then, Silent Grove Village was lit up.

came into view. Faris walked toward them, and I followed. After a few steps, he came back and held my hand. I instinctively tried to pull away, but he held on tight. He led me step by step into the

stone, cleaned it off, and let me sit. Then he found another stone, cleaned it up,

here, but

"Whose tomb is

"It's my dad's."

brought up this tomb, he would always

wanted to talk, I

up a stick and started drawing circles on

look, he glanced up and said, "Did you know? Silent Grove Village wasn't always Silent Grove Village. Victor made his

Jason

in Victor's quarry for about three or four years. That winter, on an extremely cold day, my brother and I came home from school to find our grandmother bedridden and our mother crying at the door. A neighbor told us that our dad

"I understand," I said.

when those two police officers took me to the car accident scene, and I saw my dad lying in the snow. I couldn't believe it and wished it was all a dream. Hearing me say this, Faris seemed slightly comforted and smiled faintly. "They all said my dad was crushed to death by falling rocks during a blasting operation, but I always suspected his death wasn't that simple."

when we saw his body at the funeral home, he was missing a leg. If he had been crushed to death, he might have been a mangled mess, but he

admit, his analysis made sense.

fact, I wasn't scared at all when my dad died. I even took Yanis and searched the entire quarry, but we couldn't find my dad's leg. Over the years, I've been constantly dreaming about him. When I woke up, I always felt his spirit was around me. Maybe because he didn't have his leg, his

talked about it, he seemed calm on the surface. But the hatred in his heart was still clear in his

accident. You don't have to keep hating the Windsor

real cheapskate. My dad worked for him for years and died in his quarry, but he didn't

at him in shock. Suddenly, I felt a sense

softly, "Let the past be

getting this land and building the tomb. But now, there's no way I can. They blew up my dad's tomb. When

didn't do it,"

it was the Windsor family. Not just anyone can get explosives. Victor had the permits for his

my head, having nothing more to

As I surveyed the chaotic scene, I saw the broken tombstone fragments scattered on the ground. My gaze suddenly settled on

a piece, and brushed off the dust

I felt like I had

a moment, and suddenly my eyes lit up.

"Are you Uncle

at me,

young, my dad had a good friend named Melville, whom he asked me to call Uncle

drinks. Uncle Sam always brought along a little

back in those days. But he must have changed a lot since then, not just in

He never played with us unless my dad said, "Why don't you take Fary

didn't talk much and was very obedient. He