Chapter 12
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【I can't take this anymore.】
【Who taught you to reconcile by hurting yourself?】
【I can't take this anymore.】
【You're like an incompetent husband.】
I woke up furious, but this was limited to opening my eyes, my brain was covered in a fog.
So when I saw Danny Lawrence, I put my arms around his neck and kissed him.
Danny Lawrence didn't let me succeed, blocking my mouth with a warm, wet towel.
"Danny, are we living together?"
I felt that Danny Lawrence was suppressing his anger: "Stop messing with me, will you, Kara Lawrence? You did the same thing last time—got drunk, made promises to me, and then pretended not to remember anything, which is hateful."
"What are you talking about? I remember everything."
Danny Lawrence wrapped his arm around my shoulder, while his other hand gripped my wrist, preventing me from causing trouble.
He enunciated each word: "So, you were just playing with me."
He threw me back onto the bed.
I fell onto the soft mattress, feeling more confused, and grabbed his tense forearm.
"How could that be? It's just about what happened earlier."
Danny Lawrence stared at me: "What game are you playing? Split personality?"
"Oh my." I pulled him onto the bed, then straddled him.
"Let me ask you, did you buy the floral scent I told you to get?"
Danny Lawrence's face was covered with a suspicious blush, his eyes looking elsewhere, avoiding my gaze, allowing me to press on him: "No, I didn't."
I didn't believe him. I clearly saw him go out earlier.
With nimble movements, I quickly snatched the small box from his pocket and opened it to find several connected packets.
Not bad, I was satisfied with the type, hoping they were worth the price.
I started to pull at Danny Lawrence's T-shirt.
Danny Lawrence grabbed my wrist again: "Don't mess around."
I was unhappy. He had clearly agreed to marry into my family, but now he was acting like a completely different person.
Danny Lawrence turned over and got up, throwing the blanket over my head.
I couldn't believe it, feeling terribly wronged. I stood on the bed cursing at him, crying as I did so.
"Danny Lawrence, are you regretting it?!"
Danny Lawrence turned back in surprise.
"You know you're handsome, right?! You were just deceiving me, actually you want to marry the female lead, you don't like me, the villainous supporting character at all!"
Danny Lawrence rubbed his temples: "What are you talking about? You've taken the medicine, but you're still drunk?"
I became even more distraught, my legs weakening as I fell to my knees on the bed, wailing like a slaughtered pig.
"Fine, I admit I'm the vicious female antagonist, but so what? You are mine! You've been mine since we were young!"
Danny Lawrence tilted his head looking at me, as if savoring the meaning of my words.
"Danny Lawrence, you're so heartless. You've been washing my clothes and cooking for me since we were young. If you weren't going to marry me, why were you so good to me? You deceived my feelings! For you! I've been single for over twenty years, never even dated anyone!"
"Have I ever dated anyone?"
"Are you proud of that?"
"What else? Find a mistress like you did?"
"Then who's the legal wife, may I ask!"
Danny Lawrence now realized I was truly drunk and ranting. Fearing I might suffocate, he quickly came back and gently patted my back: "Stop crying first, just catch your breath."
I felt even more wronged, but my consciousness also became clearer.
I knew I couldn't stop now, if I did, everything would be lost.
I took the opportunity to cover my face with my hands and said painfully: "Give me a straight answer today, are you going to sleep with me or not!"
A long silence filled the room, and Danny Lawrence's hand gently landed on my head.
"Will you remember this?"
"Yes"
After a while, the sound of the packaging being torn open.
I was lying to him, I don't remember anything again.
At noon the next day, I got up with my body aching all over.
I'm not satisfied, I ponder, because I forgot.
Danny Lawrence was also awake, raising his head from my pink kitten pillow to look at me.
That expression was like someone who had given up, waiting for me to say I'd forgotten.
He really understands me.
"I haven't forgotten, hehe."
I was like a little thief.
After hearing what I said, Danny Lawrence's expression didn't change much. He pulled back the covers and got up to dress.
I admired his muscular back and slim waist, covered with scratches I had left, both deep and shallow, exuding intense sexual energy.
Just as he was about to leave, I quickly grabbed him, nearly forgetting that I almost fell off the bed.
He turned back to catch me and put me back on the bed.
"What are you doing?"
"You're leaving?"
"Mm."
He's really gone mad, and I'm about to go mad too.
Why can't I appease him?
I became agitated: "Danny Lawrence."
He continued walking without stopping.
"Danny Lawrence, I'm sorry, I lied to you, I really did forget."
"It's okay."
"...I admit I took advantage of the situation to get you into bed."
I became anxious: "But that's all because I like you! I... when I said I disliked you before, it was because we couldn't date early when we were kids! I was afraid I couldn't control myself... I admit I was a bit extreme, but I didn't know what to do either..."
"Damn it." I was a mess of tears and snot, not even caring whether I was dressed or not.
"If you dare leave, I'll break your legs right now."
………
Danny Lawrence turned around, his face already crimson red, his hand that I was holding trembling as if it would fly into outer space.
"Kara..."
Danny Lawrence took a long stride, one knee kneeling at the edge of the bed, he grabbed my face and kissed me passionately and urgently.
After ten minutes of on-and-off, just as we were about to kiss again, Danny Lawrence used extremely strong willpower to restrain himself.
"The dry cleaner is open, I need to take my suit and get in line."
"It's too late now."
That's it.
No need to say more.
