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?

toy, then he must be crazy. All he ever wanted was only

If they broke, he would throw them

couldn’t he

must be like that of a toy

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

and the man got into the car. He was no longer daunting. He reached

go back to the

thought of

her door, Mrs. James should be fine,” Ladd

her,” the man said evenly, “Don’t let her go to the hospital.” How could she take such a

his teeth again.

follow her if she wants to go shopping or work. She could go anywhere she wants but the

“Yes, Boss.”

asked

knew what he was referring to. “Deacon has

had made it clear — the other party

to ‘invite’ them over to the

was surprised, “Boss, do you want to meet

seat waved his hand

questions, Ladd put on his blue-tooth headphones.

he drove straight to

large manor

car passed through the gatekeeper smoothly. After driving for a while, it stopped in front of the

home, sir,” the butler

over a wet, warm, clean

man wiped his hands. The warm, lemonade-scented towel

Not long after...

black commercial vehicle parked in front of the manor.

mother and son was “invited” off. They looked

want to go back. You don’t have the right to do

stupid. This was not an invitation. They were

of “invitation” was this?

if you keep him waiting for too long. And none of us can bear the consequences.” Deacon learned that from

forced them to the

the entrance of the reception

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

leave.” The boy pulled his mother.

The door was pushed open from the inside. The butler was

for a long time. Madam, sir, would you prefer

“No need.”

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

butler bowed, walked out, turned around, and thoughtfully closed

“Don’t….”

The butler interrupted her,

Dyer, please

She had a hunch that nothing

the tall

had no choice but to force herself to pull her

Caden was impatient for any small talks. He went straight to the topic. The man pushed the coffee-colored file bag on the table

pale. She reddened and smashed the document on the table loudly. “No way! Ollie

emphasized Grace’s name.

It was done by Jafar, wasn’t it?”

“Nonsense!

This is

over another piece

and her face turned pale. “How is this possible?” It was a confession. There were only a few sentences on the paper

in

breath, her chest heaving.

the only one who can get things done by money.”

was shocked. He had made it clear enough.

which one is more

Of course, it would

child is

not donate

Ollie is still a kid. Mr. Shaw, please understand us as parents. Even if

was trying