Chapter 17
Lydia’s hand instinctively clutched at his suit, her brows knitted tightly. The fury in Henry’s eyes surged like a raging river as he scooped her up and walked away.
Adam, worried, took a couple of steps after them but was stopped by Samuel. “Well–meaning sir, they’re married.”
Married? Adam was taken aback. “Oh, well, fine…”
Adam didn’t question it After all, he had heard Lydia, barely conscious, call out a man’s name just before he was pulled
away.
Henry walked a few steps and soon realized that something was wrong with the woman in his arms. Her face was flushed, red like a ripe apple,
Just then, Lily arrived looking for Lydia. As she looked up, she saw the two of them.
From a distance, Lily could see that Lydia was soaked through, water dripping from her.
However, Lily wasn’t concerned about what had happened to her daughter. Instead, her brow furrowed instinctively as she focused on Henry.
The little flame of anger that had been smoldering inside her all night suddenly flared up
The entire evening, the other women had spent time praising their daughters, bragging about their husbands or rich boyfriends.
Only Lydia had disappointed Lily. She married a poor doctor with no ambition. Lily was too asharned to bring this up in front of others.
Lydia was such a strange girl. She never liked luxury cars. Although she had a BMW, Lydia preferred to take the bus to work.
Henry walked quickly, completely ignoring Lily’s glare. As they drew near, Lily couldn’t help but mutter under her breath.
In an instant, Henry’s stormy, dark gaze silenced the words in her mouth
Lily’s back stiffened, and she instinctively took two steps back.
When Lily saw Henry lifting Lydia into the familiar BMW, her face flushed with anger.
That car had been a birthday gift from John to Lydia.
“That annoying girl! She gave that car to Henry? What a waste!‘ Lly thought, fuming.
Henry accelerated. Lydia, sitting in the passenger seat, grew increasingly restless.
Seeing her behavior, Henry immediately knew what was wrong With no other option, he pulled–over nearby and carried Lydia into a hotel.
He bent down and placed her on the soft, king–sized bed, intending to grab some ice from the fridge.
But unexpectedly, Lydia sprang up and wrapped her limbs around him tightly.
Henry’s body froze in place, Lydia’s movements became bolder.
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She was burning with heat and found his cool back soothing, making her want to hold on even tighter.
After a moment of fighting off his own urge, Henry turned and yanked her arms away from around him. “Don’t move,”
Lydia had no intention of listening.
As Henry took a step back, she latched onto him again, her lips crashing against his.
This was unlike Lydia. She had never been so forward before. Her actions were a bit clumsy but filled with urgency.
Lydia couldn’t think straight, her mind consumed by his cool, intoxicating presence. She couldn’t stop herself.
For the first time, Henry realized that he couldn’t say no to the woman in front of him.
Her lips melted the ice in his heart in a split second. Lydia’s hands clawed at his clothes with frantic urgency.
Henry felt as if he were losing control for the first time. His mind raced, and all he could do was force her head away from his, pinning her lips to the side and warning her in a hoarse voice “You’re going to regret this.”
Lydia kissed him again, this time even more insistently.
Lydia! His voice was low and rough, laced with warning, but the intensity between them only grew stronger.
In the final moment, as Henry’s deep eyes flashed with surprise, his usually forceful actions softened, becoming unexpectedly gentle.
Lydia woke up the next afternoon, around noon.
When Lydia opened her eyes, she was greeted by unfamiliar curtains, strange bed linens, and a dazzling crystal chandelier. Her eyes widened in shock, and the sudden sense of pressure on her body made her collapse back onto the bed. ‘Am I in a hotel? Why does my body hurt so much? Lydia thought, her mind racing.
A flash of realization hit her like lightning, and Lydia struggled pull herself off the bed, only to stumble and fall onto the floor.
She looked down at the dark bruises on her skin, her delicate fingers gripping the bedspread tightly. As her rational mind returned, she felt utterly lost and confused.
Lydia could only remember that the milk she drank last night had been tampered with.
Now I wake up in a hotel with all these marks on my body. It must have been… Lydia wondered.
Suddenly, everything went black in front of her, and Lydia couldn’t bring herself to think about it any further.
Vivid, embarrassing scenes from last night flashed in her mind.
Lydia knew for sure that Scarlett had drugged her, setting her up for a humiliating situation.
Normally, after Lydia lost consciousness, Scarlett would have handed her over to one of those disgusting, older men.
They were all the same balding, pockmarked faces, yellow teeth arrogant, self–absorbed, and all well over fifty years old.
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The thought made Lydia’s stomach turn, and she wanted to strangle herself in disgust.
She felt a crushing wave of despair and an overwhelming urge to commit suicide.
Lydia was an impatient person. She propped herself up and stood, searching the room furiously for the man responsible.
He wasn’t on the bed, not in the bathroom, not in the walk–in closet.
Where the hell is that bastard? Lydia thought. After several rounds of searching, she was fuming with anger.
A stronger, darker thought formed in her mind to find him, drag him with her, and jump off a building together.
This was the first time she genuinely wished she could die and end it all.
This was a suite, and Lydia was more convinced than ever of her suspicions.
Tears filled her eyes as she fought the pain, bolting out of the room.
The sofa was empty, but there was some noise coming from the study.
Without thinking, Lydia charged toward the study. Henry was standing there, his back to the door, talking on the phone. As soon as he heard the noise, he hung up.
You bastard! Son of a bitch! I will kill you! Lydia screamed.
In a blind rage, Lydia charged forward, but when he turned to face her, her legs gave out, and she collapsed onto the carpet.
Henry’s gaze was deep and unreadable.
When he saw Lydia lying on the floor, barefoot, there was a slight shift in his eyes, a trace of emotion he couldn’t hide.
Lydia’s face was still streaked with tears, and she murmured, repeating, “H–how could it be him…”
Henry’s expression darkened, and he coldly asked, “Are you disappointed to see me?”
Lydia blinked, afraid that she was hallucinating. Her emotions were all over the place like a roller coaster ride.
When Lydia realized that the man she had been with last night wasn’t a disgusting, fat stranger but Henry, the storm in her heart suddenly cleared.
In fact, she almost felt relieved. “Thank goodness it’s Henry, she wondered.
He looked quite handsome, and most importantly, Henry was her husband, her legal spouse.
It was only natural for a woman to make love with her husband.
Although there was no love between her and Henry, Lydia had already experienced the rush of a flash marriage, so she didn’t mind experiencing whirlwind lovemaking in bed.
Thinking this, Lydia felt a bit better.
She wiped away her tears, sniffed, and said matter–of–facily, “Henry, you have no idea how scared I was just now. I thought I’d lost my virginity to some disgusting fat man, and that I was cheating on my marriage. I almost went crazy.
Looking at her expression, Henry’s brows softened slightly, and this voice was still low, “So, are you happy?”
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