weddingnovel Chapter 1092: How Many of Your Marks Do You Want to Leave on Me?
Chapter 1092: How Many of Your Marks Do You Want to Leave on Me?
From beginning to end, all she wanted was an explanation from Mason Bennett.If he said it was just a reckless joke of youth, she would stop pestering him.
All she wanted was an explanation. Is that really too much?
"What if I say I’m going to find him?"
The girl stiffened her neck, stubbornly defiant, her eyes still red.
Louis Lawrence looked at the girl, silent for a moment, then suddenly raised his hand, gripping the girl’s chin and lifting it slightly.
"Tsk, do you like Mason Bennett that much?"
The frivolous tone and action made Xylia Xandrell furious.
She had always been good-tempered, rarely arguing with anyone.
But ever since she met Louis Lawrence, he had repeatedly made her so angry.
She hated him, never hated anyone like this before!
Xylia tried to break free from his hand, but those two fingers were like pliers, rendering her escape impossible.
In the end, her chin hurt so much that tears welled up from the pain.
She raised her hand, her sharp nails digging into Louis Lawrence’s skin.
Louis Lawrence’s eyebrows arched slightly, his smile becoming even more malicious.
"How many marks belonging to you are you planning to leave on me? Do you like me that much?"
The teasing words made Xylia so angry that her tears fell instantly.
She had never met such a shameless man.
Dirty words came out so easily.
"Who the hell would like you!" Xylia shouted loudly with a sob in her voice.
Tears splashed onto Louis Lawrence’s hand, making him instinctively tighten his fingers.
But it hurt Xylia, causing her to cry out in pain.
Louis Lawrence snapped back, looking at the girl, who appeared so battered, his brows slightly furrowed.
His mood became increasingly agitated.
"Stop crying."
The commanding tone made Xylia cry even harder.
Standing there, she seemed fragile like a porcelain doll.
Louis Lawrence was unbearably annoyed.
Watching the girl’s tears fall one by one, unable to stop.
He stepped forward, gripping the girl’s chin forcefully, lifting it, and leaned down, pressing against those cherry lips.
The softness was surprisingly pleasant, and Louis Lawrence’s eyes squinted comfortably, intruding without hesitation, aggressively seizing.
Xylia was so shocked by this sudden move that she froze, her mind blank.
When she came back to her senses, the man had already taken all the liberties.
Her mouth had been ravaged in every corner.
Xylia only felt Louis Lawrence’s presence everywhere, between her lips and nose.
She was horrified and raised her hand to push Louis Lawrence away, but couldn’t move that firm chest at all.
Louis Lawrence pinned down the girl’s restless hands, twisting them behind her back.
Her arms were twisted tightly, cold sweat breaking out from the pain.
Her head was gripped firmly by the man’s large hand, her hands restrained; she was like a fish waiting to be sliced on a cutting board, unable to escape Louis Lawrence’s manipulation.
The humiliation and grievance in her heart exploded at this moment, the girl cried silently but vehemently.
The entwining between their lips turned from sweet to salty.
Louis Lawrence paused his actions, slightly pulling away from the girl’s lips, seeing her face already covered with tear stains.
His breathing faltered for a moment, a flash of irritation in his eyes, then he pushed Xylia Xandrell away harshly.
Xylia stumbled, crashing hard against the wall, the pain causing her brows to knit tightly, but she held back from crying out in pain.
She raised her head, eyes filled with intense hatred, lifting her hand to wipe her lips hard.
Her lips were rubbed so red and swollen, but she didn’t stop.
Louis Lawrence’s face turned cold.