Chapter 119 Discern the Truth in Her Words.
Abigail closed her eyes and suddenly said softly. “Alright, no divorce. Get up, I’ll make you some coffee.”
Stephen’s murmuring stopped. He looked up at her, as if trying to discern the truth in her words.
She just stared at him calmly.
After a while, Stephen gently rubbed his nose against hers. “Are we really not getting a divorce?”
She just nodded slightly, fighting to keep her emotions in check and stay clear–headed.
Stephen seemed to sigh in relief and let go of her. Abigail then stood up and headed straight to the kitchen.
Left alone, Stephen started to massage his temples.
“Stephen, your coffee is ready,” Abigail said.
Stephen paused. That was fast.
The second he looked up, a bucket of cold water was poured over him. Stephen closed his eyes tightly, letting the water cascade over him, soaking the couch and carpet.
“Are you sober now?” Abigail asked coldly. Did he think he could act drunk and crazy here, and she would let it slide? She remembered everything he had said before.
Stephen was motionless, like someone had pressed the pause button on him. Water droplets ran down his face and hair.
For some reason, Abigail felt a little uneasy. She turned to leave while carrying the bucket. If he wanted to sit in a living room, so be it. She wouldn’t keep him company.
But the next second, a gust of wind passed behind her. Before she knew it, she was lifted off the ground and let out a surprise yelp right as her lips were captured in a kiss.
The bucket clattered to the floor with a loud bang.
Abigail immediately struggled to break free. “Stephen, are you crazy?”
Stephen kissed her wildly, his dark gaze fixed on her. His eyelashes. glistened with water droplets. He was soaking wet, and as he was holding her tightly, she got wet as well.
Finally, Abigail was thrown onto the bed. She tried to get up and run, but Stephen grabbed her waist from behind, dragging her back.
“Stephen, let go of me!” Abigail shouted. But he flipped her over, gripped her chin, and silenced her with his breath. He stifled both her breath and her voice.
Abigail continued to struggle hard.
Their wet clothes and skin made them both cold and uncomfortable.
Stephen kissed her lips, her chin, and her neck… His fingers roamed her body, igniting fires everywhere. Despite her intense struggles, her body eventually responded.
He was like a beast lurking in the night. He captured his prey and marked her with his scent, repeatedly confirming it.
Abigail’s eyes turned red at the corners. Her whole body took on a more disheveled yet alluring look.
His kiss lingered at the corner of her lips. Whenever she tried to speak, he would silende her with his actions, telling her that he didn’t want to hear what she had to say.
Gradually, the room was filled with the sounds of their ragged breathing.
After what felt like an eternity, Abigail thought she was going to die before Stephen finally softened his approach.
“Jerk…” Her voice was hoarse, and she had no strength left to support herself.
However, Stephen’s gentle kisses continued to trail down her spine.