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?"

Take me, won't you? I'm begging you... Even....even

go on like this any further. He was losing all hope in life. If her body could distract him from his sorrow and take his attention away from his

it, he didn't

up, the two of them looking extremely intimate and close to each other. His long,

today, as if venting his anger on it.

the bruise gently.

he touched

her head. "No, not one

been tolerating the pain. Nothing he gave him would hurt her. Even if it did, she was willing to bear with it.

as her face

it doesn't hurt?"

red with indignance. "Why

exactly who I am.

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