Chapter 142 Crawl to Me

Josephine’s body tensed, her gaze following his roaming fingers down to her lower abdomen.

Under her jacket, she was wearing one of Seth’s oversized shirts. With its size in comparison to her body, it almost felt like a dress, its only difference being the row of buttons adorning its

front.

He easily unbuttoned the shirt with a flick of his fingers.

Josephine panicked and grabbed his hands, shaking her head pleadingly.

“Tell me then, do you still want to return to Lewis’ side?” Seth’s voice was still light and cheerful, his eyes clear. Josephine could not discern any sign of lust in his actions.

Almost as if…as if he was simply teasing her.

She pressed her lips together tightly. She did not know what he wanted to hear from her. Neither nodding nor shaking her head seemed to satisfy him.

“Do you? Hmm?”

Seth’s hand had already ventured lower into her clothes. It fell on her thigh, scorching her skin.

Josephine wrestled against his exploring hands, but her efforts were futile. Her struggles proved insignificant against his herculean strength, akin to a flea attempting to move a tree.

She shook her head and signed frantically. “I don’t want to go back! I don’t ever want to go back!”

The smile between his eyes deepened, but he did not stop because of her words. Instead, he leaned closer and whispered in her ear. “Has Lewis ever done this to you before?”

Josephine twisted her head away, attempting to shy away from his breath. Her entire body collapsed on the ground helplessly.

She tried to push him away, but he grabbed her wrists roughly.

Seth stared at that slender and fair neck of hers, strands of baby hair fuzzing behind her ears. The tips of her ears were flushed, and her breathing came in shallow but rapid pants.

His pupils darkened, and those clear irises were momentarily tainted by lust.

Josephine held onto her clothes with all her might, her gaze pinned on the ground. She caught sight of the shovel she’d used earlier for the coals.

She reached out, wrapping her fingers around the shovel and aiming it at Seth.

But before she could strike him, his arms tightly clamped down on her other wrist.

Josephine looked up and caught sight of the danger radiating from his features. Her gaze flickered.

Seth tightened his grip on her wrists, and she winced in pain. The shovel clattered to the ground.

more time, he slapped her across the face with the back of

sound ringing in her ears. Dark specks filled

the ground for a

Seth’s direction, she felt blood dripping from the corner of her mouth. She winced. Half of

Seth’s eyes

coldness as he yanked her up by her collar.

sneer on his lips. “Why? What happened to obeying

eyes, her gaze flickering with a mix of

you anymore, yet you still want to save yourself

incredibly gentle. There were even traces of pity in his tone as he spoke as if he hadn’t

and sat back down on his chair. From where he sat, he towered over her, radiating superiority when he looked down at her and

paused. She was just about to push herself up from the ground when he

to me.”

and she looked at him in disbelief.

head, a smile on his lips, and that white suit adorning his figure, he resembled a prince brought to life from an oil

demons underneath was, undoubtedly, the most truthful embodiment of the fact that looks were

he shouted at

spread within her heart and leaked

can handle?”

You can see

at the brazier. She had

Seth did not seem particularly angry. He retrieved a tablet from behind him

“Is this her?”

on a hospital bed. It seemed that she had already awakened and

not make out

the tablet to Seth’s face. Josephine saw that arrogant, domineering look he maintained as

her lip, after much internal turmoil, her gaze lowered, her lashes hiding the tumultuous

eyes.

hands, Josephine knelt and crawled toward Seth slowly.

on her ankles dragged against the floor, its clatter distinct and

front of Seth and looked up

lifting her chin. He smiled. “That’s it. Not that difficult to do what you’re told, is it?”

her chin. One by one, they dripped onto

his hand.

suddenly releasing his grasp on her. “The next time you see Lewis, don’t forget to tell him you don’t want to return to him.”

that, he stood to

she heard the sound of the door closing

her head spinning from the full force of

was an attachment file, which he initially thought was

flew out

Mansion. Fumbling on

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