Aurora's kisses landed on Theodore's face again and again, but he gave her no response. He simply laid there unmovingly like a puppet.

Aurora started tearing his suit away from him like a mad woman.

"Theodore Spencer, you're not a man! You're not!"

She did all she could to try to tempt him.

But even after all their clothes were in disarray and after leaving her marks on his hard chest, he expressed no emotions and gave no response whatsoever.

The scene looked very much like she was forcing herself on him.

Aurora sat on him, staring at him with tears streaming down her face.

"Is Rosalie Young the only woman you'll respond to in this entire world?" she cried.

Theodore finally shifted his gaze to Aurora. He lifted a hand, gently wiped the tears from her face, and finally spoke.

"What's the point?"

you? I'm begging you... Even....even if you throw me aside like a tool

him go on like this any further. He was losing all hope in life. If her body could distract

looks of it, he didn't want her

two of them looking extremely intimate and close to each other. His long, slender fingers ran from her cheeks

he grabbed her waist today, as if venting his anger on it. That

fingers caressed the bruise gently. "Does it

time he touched a

head. "No, not

him would hurt her. Even if it did,

Aurora yelped as her face twisted

it doesn't hurt?"

her face turning red with

who I

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