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?"

man's face turned terrifyingly dark, with his eyes

penetrate.

weighed heavily on Beatrice, making it difficult

and forcefully turned her head, saying,

even feel his terrifying

seeped through

"Who?"

hoarse tone, his hands still moving

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was panting heavily, glaring at

appearance still captivated

but

corner of the eyes, a pair of misty eyes, wanting to cry holding back, the eyelashes trembling, even the rippling waves in the eyes make

shirt clung to the skin, partially covering and partially revealing, truly testing

and his hand clenched into a fist, with even the

from the

and forcefully grabbed a dry

"Put on."

she is not

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

Whoosh!

over her body, and also... over

"Cough, cough..."

stiffen

tolerated

car stopped downstairs

was about to get out of the car and open

the trunk and get some

clothes."

"Yes."

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