Chapter 7
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John had naturally put his right hand in my shirt while I was talking. He kept touching my body and gradually became a little aroused.
When I scanned how much wine he had drunk, I also scanned his passion levels. His passion only rose, which struck me dumb.
I had been with him for five years. We were by each other’s side for nearly two thousand days.
During the initial few years, we loved each other. But later, he got tangled up with Lana and left me with nothing but endless pain.
I got stuck in such an abyss and helplessly tried to grab everything I could. I wanted to find support to help me stand up. I gave him my support and tried my best to hold him. But instead, I stepped into the mud and got quite miserable.
When I eliminated the lovesick part of my brain, I knew very well that I could never get his love again.
At the sight of such data, the operating system in my brain started glitching. My eyelashes fluttered as I subconsciously stopped trying to push him away.
He chuckled while leaning against my ear. Then, he lowered his head and started kissing me on my neck before moving downward.
He made me feel like he cherished me deeply. When he unzipped my dress, a clear tearing sound suppressed the chaotic data in my mind.
I hurriedly gripped his wrist.
John snorted but did not stop kissing me.
“Mr. Miller, you’re crossing the line.” When my cold voice resonated in the vacant room, that disgusting action finally ceased.
“Grace, can you stop? I just manipulated Lana. You grew up in a superior family. Your parents were knowledgeable. You’d have a bright future and a happy life.”
His voice grew hoarse. “You don’t know how inferior I feel to be with you. My mom died when I was eight. When I was eighteen, my alcoholic dad was killed in a car accident. Everything you owned in the beginning is everything I fought hard for.”
While talking, his voice gradually turned cold, and so did the temperature of his palms. He looked up and blinked, suppressing his tears, smiling, and touching my face.
“But everything is better now. We’re already on par.” Our bodies stuck together as he moved closer to me.
“Grace, let’s have a baby as cute as you. What do you say?”
He bent down and carried me to bed. He put both hands on either side of my head and stared at me with eagerness.
Finally, I failed to suppress my disgust and tilted my head to avoid his kiss.
“You’ve dirtied yourself by sleeping with another.” My words struck him dumb.
Then, I got up and pushed him away. He staggered and fell to the floor miserably.
Pain gripped him. But when he saw me wiping the stains he left on my body with disgust, his pity was soon washed away.
“Are you really Grace?” He suddenly asked me a question that puzzled me.
I paused while wiping my neck, but only hesitated briefly. After that, I threw the tissue paper on his face.
“Trash belongs in the trash can. Trash doesn’t meticulously dress itself up and mix itself among gold. Even if you use a lot of perfume, you can’t hide the stench in your blood.”
