Chapter 149 Does It Not Matter Either?

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Before Caden finished speaking, Beatrice fiercely resisted.

All the grievances and resentments exploded at this moment, and she didn't care about what he said.

She only wanted to escape from him.

"Uncle Caden, you didn't have to tell me all this, I didn't care! I didn't care about Mr. Oscar, let alone you! I've had enough!"

She shouted loudly, completely oblivious to the intense aura of danger in Caden's eyes.

Caden's

eyes were gloomy as he grabbed her chin and forcefully lifted it up, saying, "Don't care?"

Under his gaze, Beatrice still trembled slightly with fear, clenching her teeth before nodding forcefully.

""Yes! No... um!"

The man didn't give her a moment to think, and before she could finish speaking, he grabbed her chin and kissed her like a gust of wind passing by.

She raised her hand in resistance, but it was held down and pressed against the car window. The more she gripped, the tighter it became, and the wound in her palm began to throb faintly. He did it on purpose.

He wanted to make her suffer.

Beatrice groaned in pain, as the man's breath grew increasingly scorching in front of her.

He lowered his gaze and looked at her, his deep eyes seemed to devour her, intensifying the kiss, dominantly claiming her breath that belonged to him.

Suddenly, the man stopped and half-supported his body, looking down at her from a higher position, with his semi-dry hair falling smoothly on his forehead. "Doesn't this matter either?"

"We are all adults, what's the big deal, it's just..." Beatrice retorted stubbornly.

"What's the big deal? Haven't you done the same with others? Who? Oscar?"

terrifyingly dark, with his eyes half-closed and not a trace of light

penetrate.

on Beatrice, making

pursed her lips and forcefully turned her head, saying, "It's

could even feel his

seeped

"Who?"

hoarse tone, his hands still moving and seemingly not

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panting heavily, glaring at Caden

her appearance

but

pair of misty eyes, wanting to cry holding back,

the skin, partially covering and partially

into a fist,

eyes from the

his eyes and forcefully grabbed a dry towel to throw

"Put on."

front of her. But now she is not allowed to think

was pulling the towel, suddenly there came a loud "zila" sound in the previously quiet air. Beatrice had been wearing the same underwear for over a year when the strap broke just

Whoosh!

a towel over her body,

"Cough, cough..."

stiffen and ache.

shouldn't have tolerated

downstairs of

car and open the door, but

trunk and get some

clothes."

"Yes."

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