The Charming Ex-Wife

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.

aware of the bone–chilling

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

halted, his gaze becoming a bit clearer, lacking

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heard the man

found herself yanked by a strong force and flung onto the couch. Without delay, his weight pressed down on her. His other hand began to roam her body, seeking an opportunity to tear apart her nightgowIL

the sound of tearing

filled Lysander’s mind. Almost instinctively, she mustered all her strength to drive her knee upwards, aiming directly at the man’s vulnerable

Seizing the opportunity, she scrambled to the other side of the couch. Just as she was about to tumble down, that

arguments had ceased to be effective, and Lysander’s last hope had been shattered. Left powerless, he could only muster all his

Boom!

of thunder grew increasingly louder, quickly followed by a sudden

cries for help were largely drowned out by the thunderstorm outside the window. Barely any of it could

instant, Lysander was consumed

pulled her back onto the couch once again. This time, in the midst of chaos, he covered her mouth and nose, exerting far more force than before. This left her gasping for air in no time.

the darkness before her eyes becoming so dense that she couldn’t tell whether her eyes were open or closed. All she

moment, the heavy weight pressing down on her

dull thud of bodies colliding. The footsteps were chaotic and heavy as

rushing from the balcony into the living room amidst the darkness. Drenched in rain and stepping over scattered

launching harsh and relentless

being gripped so tightly, and shakily rose from the couch. Whether it was from

“Please…”

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