His Beloved Ex-Wife
Chapter 442
Chapter 442 I told You To Stop
The man brushed the back of his head, the sticky residue on his fingertips evidently infuriating him.
Perhaps his initial intention was merely to steal something. If his plans were exposed, he could easily flee, as a woman wouldn’t possibly be able to stop him.
But now that blood had been shed, a surge of violent intentions instantly welled up within him.
He didn’t immediately run off. Instead, he stood his ground, looking toward the direction of the main gate, seemingly torn between making a swift escape or seeking revenge first.
But Lysander’s cries were quick to draw the attention of the neighbors. The thief had no choice but to react swiftly, moving directly to restrain her. He forcefully covered her mouth and pinned her entire body against the wall.
In the darkness of the night, Lysander leaned against the chilling wall, her whole body shivering from the
cold.
With a thunderous rumble, another clap of thunder exploded in the pitch–black night.
At last, Lysander could clearly see the face of the person before her.
With small eyes and a square–shaped face, his long hair shrouded half of her visage. The terror etched on his features, combined with the forceful grip on her, made his appearance somewhat distorted and frightening.
Suddenly, she noticed an unusual spark in this man’s eyes.
He had initially been glaring at her fiercely, but now, aided by the incessant flashes of lightning and thunder outside the window, not only did she get a clear view of the man, but he also got a clear view of her.
Due to her sleep, her hair was let loose, and the recent entanglement had left it slightly disheveled. She was only wearing a thin nightgown, which had been ripped open at the neckline during the earlier skirmish. The left strap had fallen down, hanging loosely over her upper arm.
Almost her entire left shoulder was exposed.
The man’s gaze was sharp, slicing across her face with precision before trailing down her neck, finally resting on her left side, barely covered by her nightgown.
became aware of the bone–chilling
struggled to suppress the fear within her, attempting to use words to make him back off. “If you leave now, I won’t call the police, and I’ll pretend today never happened. If you’re in a desperate situation, I can assist you to some extent within my means. But think it through. Attempted theft doesn’t land you in jail, but if you dare lay a hand on me, I will certainly accuse you of assault. I’ve seen your face. I can describe your physical features to the police. A quick check of the surveillance footage and finding you won’t be difficult. If you try to escape punishment by killing me, it’s the same. There’s surveillance here, so you can’t run. Ruining the rest of your life for a moment of passion is not
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a few seconds of silence, she suddenly heard the man let out a cold huff.
onto the couch. Without delay, his weight pressed down on her. His other hand began to roam her body, seeking an opportunity
the darkness, the sound of tearing
all her strength to drive her knee upwards, aiming directly at the
Seizing the opportunity, she scrambled to the other side of the couch. Just as she was
last hope had been shattered. Left powerless, he could only muster all his strength to cry out for help. “Help
Boom!
of thunder grew increasingly louder, quickly followed by a sudden downpour that
by the thunderstorm outside the window. Barely any of it could
an instant, Lysander was consumed by despair.
once again. This time, in the midst of chaos, he covered her mouth and nose, exerting far more force than before.
darkness before her eyes becoming so dense that she couldn’t tell whether her eyes were open or closed. All she could feel was the dampness of lips and tongue, crawling on her neck like a slimy creature, inducing
weight pressing
there was a dull thud of bodies colliding. The footsteps were
the living room amidst the darkness. Drenched in rain and stepping over scattered shards of glass, he
to resist a time or two, but the person suppressing him was like a crazed lion, launching harsh and relentless attacks. Soon, the man lost his
lifted her hand, which throbbed from being gripped so tightly, and shakily rose from the couch. Whether it was from fear or the cold wind pouring in from
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