I've Been There Before

Her eyes watered as he got on top of her. She said hoarsely, “I hate … you.”

He stifled her unfinished sentence with a fierce kiss.

She suddenly felt a sharp pang of pain. He got into her without any notice.

She was unable to utter anything but to look at him in hatred and fear.

When the man met her eyes, his heart sank. He covered those eyes with his hand. He didn’t want her to look at him like that!

Anguish filled the man’s eyes. Now he could stop suppressing his feelings. Anyway..., her eyes were covered, and she couldn’t see him.

She was his!

He was the one hurting her, and he was also the one feeling hurt…. So much had happened that he wondered if they had a future.

Grace, you were so cruel!

The room smelled of sex, yet the two in bed were despaired.

This was what he wanted the most in the last three years, but he felt heartbroken and suffocated.

He felt good physically, but he was tortured inside.

He listened carefully to her groans as she endured his intrusion. He paid attention to every sound she made. Every time she moaned, his pain grew.

I was sorry, Grace. I didn’t mean to hurt you. Don’t run away from me. Don’t. Stay with me. I would be nice to you. I would give you everything. Don’t… run away anymore.

He knew that he was shameless. He knew he had shown her the worst of him.

He was happy physically, but miserable mentally.

He felt like he was between heaven and hell and finally went crazy.

When it was over, the man got up and the woman on the bed was numb. She stared blankly at the man’s muscular chest and watched him get dressed elegantly. He acted like as if … as if what had happened was just some absurd, boring drama.

He acted like he was a whoremaster who had just got laid.

She raised her finger and found that she was weak.

“You’re really a jerk.” She moved her eyes mechanically and stared at the man beside the bed blankly.

The man buttoned the collar with his slim fingers. He paused for a moment and turned around slowly. He lowered his head and looked down at the woman on the bed.

“Didn’t you know I was a jerk a long time ago?”

He buttoned the last button slowly. He bent down and placed his palm on the bed beside her face. His handsome face was close to hers. He curled up his thin lips and said in a hoarse, magnetic voice,

“So don’t run away. Don’t try to resist.

I was a jerk. Don’t try to provoke a jerk. “

Now he was like Satan from hell. He was dangerous and cold. But he was almost suffocating in torment.

Keep her…. He couldn’t think of any other way. He was willing to be the man she hated if he could keep her. He was willing to live in hell if he could keep her.

But allowing her to donate bone marrow at the risk of her own life? Allowing her to take the immeasurable risk that could result in her death?

He suddenly stood up and straightened his back. His large hands resting by his legs clenched into tight fists…. HE COULDN’T DO THAT!

The woman on the bed was silent. Suddenly, she curled up her lips into an odd smile. The man’s heart skipped a beat.

“I’m nothing but a toy, right?” She muttered hoarsely. She seemed to be asking him, but she was more like talking to herself.

Suddenly!

The man’s face turned pale as he said coldly, “Yes, toy,” he sneered, “So be good, understand?”

With such arrogant words, the man turned away eagerly, as if he couldn’t wait to flee from the room.

The door was shut with a loud sound. The bedroom returned to the depressing silence.

The man strode out, followed by Ladd.

The more he thought about it, the sadder he became.

Toy?

be crazy. All he

since he was a kid. If they broke, he would throw them away. If he was tired of them, he would put them aside.

she was a toy, why couldn’t he

their relationship must be like that of a

if you like, I could be your toy as long as you didn’t

He reached out and rubbed the space between his eyebrows. There was only bitterness and exhaustion on his handsome face.

to the company, Boss?”

thought of something, “Is anyone looking after

her door, Mrs. James should be fine,”

go to the hospital.” How could she

his teeth

wants to go shopping or work.

“Yes, Boss.”

I asked you to do?”

he was referring to. “Deacon has already contacted

— the other party was stalling and refusing them.

‘invite’ them over to the

“Boss, do you want

back seat waved his

put on his blue-tooth headphones. He called Deacon and transferred the man’s

he drove straight to the

large manor after

gate opened automatically, and the car passed through the gatekeeper smoothly. After driving for a while, it stopped in front of the main building

the butler

warm, clean towel

warm, lemonade-scented towel smoothed his exhaustion.

Not long after...

vehicle parked in

opened, a pair of young mother and son was “invited” off.

You don’t have the right to do

wasn’t stupid. This was not an invitation. They

of “invitation” was

will be unhappy if you keep him waiting for too long. And none of us can

forced

of the reception

was shut, and the young mother and son hesitated. Obviously, they didn’t want

boy pulled his mother.

not up to them. The door was pushed open from the inside. The butler was courteous and aloof, politely

has been waiting for a long time. Madam, sir, would you prefer coffee

“No need.”

and moved aside. At his hint, the mother and the son went into

walked out, turned around, and thoughtfully closed the door

“Don’t….”

The butler interrupted her,

please sit

hunch that nothing good was going

around and saw the tall man leaning

herself to pull her

straight to the topic. The man pushed the coffee-colored file bag on

suspiciously, her face pale. She reddened and smashed the document on the table loudly. “No way! Ollie has already done the match with his older brother, and Grace knows it!”

Grace’s

fake certificate. It was done

“Nonsense!

This is slander!

handed over

over impatiently and her face turned pale. “How is this possible?” It was a confession. There were only a few sentences on the paper about the fake matching results. And the signature at the bottom of this confession

in

breath, her chest

not the only one

He had made it clear

Jafar or me, which

course, it would

child is

they not donate bone

the match is successful, Ollie is still a kid. Mr. Shaw, please understand us as parents. Even if we faked the document, we did it only for the sake of our child.”

trying