When the Contract Marriage Ended, He Stayed

Chapter 35: I Don’t Care Who You Are

"Do you have any idea who I am? If you dare touch a single hair on my head, you can forget about making it in Kenport. And don’t think I’m just trying to scare you—I’m telling you the truth. If you don’t believe me, just let me call someone."

Hazel Hawthorne was trying to stall for time and intimidate the man. If she could just contact Aiden Xavier, she could get out of here. She was sure he wouldn’t abandon her—after all, she was still his wife.

It would be a scandal if word got out that his wife was being assaulted by some nobody. The Xavier Family absolutely couldn’t afford that kind of humiliation.

"HAHAHAHA! A woman like you at a bar is just looking for a rich guy. Well, I’ve got plenty of money. I’ll give you a million when we’re done. How does that sound?"

’A million?’

’A damn million, and he calls himself rich!? The allowance Aiden Xavier gave her was twenty million. As if she’d give a damn about one million. How was she going to get out of here?’

"Let me go, and I’ll give you ten million," Hazel Hawthorne said without hesitation. She didn’t have the money herself, but Aiden Xavier did, and that ten million would be the price to prevent a scandal.

But the man had no patience for haggling with Hazel. He had gone to great trouble to get her here; there was no way he would let her go so easily.

He didn’t give her any more time to talk, lunging straight for her. Hazel threw the pillow she was holding, but it bounced off him harmlessly, almost like a playful flirtation. When the man laughed, the fat on his face bunched into folds.

Hazel felt sick to her stomach, but she was helpless. They ended up in a game of cat and mouse around the room.

When Hazel grew tired, she paused to catch her breath. The man’s portly frame couldn’t handle the exertion either. He was already winded, leaning against a wall and gasping heavily for air.

It’ll be worth your while. I’m Aiden Xavier’s wife. If you do anything to me, he will not let you get away with it

"You’re in my hands now, so don’t even think about escaping. I don’t give a damn whose woman

body wash on her, he couldn’t

her over in one motion, forcing her onto her stomach. He pinned her arms and pressed her down with his

lecherous laughter filled the air as the stench of smoke and alcohol flooded Hazel’s senses. She struggled to breathe. Pinned and helpless, she was at his mercy. Despair

body. Even through the layer of her clothes, her skin broke out in goosebumps.

by the man, yet it

worked too hard to catch you. Don’t resist... I’ll be gentle

of her strength to throw the man off her. She let out a blood-curdling

every nerve in her body. No one was coming to save her. She was like a piece of driftwood floating on the ocean, utterly

loud CRASH, the door was

was still trying to pull off Hazel’s clothes when someone grabbed his collar from behind. His greasy body was lifted effortlessly into the air. Aiden Xavier saw Hazel

the impact

figures pouring into the room, none of whom he recognized. He angrily pointed at Aiden Xavier’s back and shouted,

God he’d arrived in time. Any later, and she would have been completely undressed. What might have happened

silently, his bloodshot eyes fixed on the man who was

chest. The man froze for a second, gasped for air against the

twisted in terror—the same terror and fear he had seen on Hazel’s face just moments ago. He clutched his chest. As Aiden walked toward him, he was

you have any idea

lay a hand

over the man and punched him squarely in the face. The man spat out another