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?"

won't you? I'm begging you... Even....even if you throw me aside like

any further. He was losing all hope in life. If her body could distract him from his sorrow and

of it, he didn't want her at

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

if venting

bruise gently. "Does it

he

shook her head. "No, not one

but she had been tolerating the pain. Nothing he gave him would hurt her. Even if it did, she

as her face twisted with

it doesn't hurt?" Theodore said

wept, her face turning red with indignance. "Why did you

who I am.

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