Turning around, Serena Jennings stared at Caleb Lockwood.
The hatred on Caleb Lockwood’s face was evident.
Serena was silent for a moment, shrugged, and sneered, "Of course I’m satisfied... Claire Shaw got what she deserved, and now she’s reaping the consequences. I couldn’t be happier, I’m ecstatic enough to want to set off fireworks to celebrate!"
Just as she finished speaking, Serena was suddenly grabbed by Caleb Lockwood, and pinned down onto the living room sofa.
"Caleb Lockwood, what are you doing?!"
Serena struggled with all her might, but Caleb Lockwood easily tore open her clothes.
"You caused Claire to be gang-raped... I’m going to avenge her!"
A rough kiss landed abruptly on her lips, Serena’s body was electrified, and her hair stood on end.
Caleb Lockwood’s big hands were like clamps, firmly grasping her chin, rendering Serena completely immobile, able only to bite, to make his tongue and lips bleed.
The taste of rust spread in her mouth, yet Caleb Lockwood didn’t care.
He seemed to have transformed into a ravenous beast, wanting to consume Serena whole.
A heavy aura of invasion surrounded Serena, permeating every corner.
Originally resisting with all her might, Serena gradually relaxed her tense body.
This was a sign of submission.
The body pinned under him lay pliantly on the sofa, Caleb Lockwood saw Serena close her eyes tightly, her long eyelashes trembled pitifully, her lips reddened from his forceful kisses yet exuded a fatal allure.
Caleb Lockwood hadn’t touched Serena in a long time.
Inside him, it was like a small flame suddenly erupted into a fierce blaze. ᴛʜɪs ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ ɪs ᴜᴘᴅᴀᴛᴇ ʙʏ 𝔫𝔬𝔳𝔢𝔩⚫𝔣𝔦𝔯𝔢⚫𝔫𝔢𝔱
Especially Serena’s submission not only calmed his brutality but also birthed a hint of joy deep within his heart.
It seemed... Serena still liked him.
Because she liked him, she wouldn’t resist.
Because she liked him, she was willing to let him touch her.
Caleb Lockwood quickly undid his tie and shirt buttons.
Yet just as his hands released Serena, she suddenly grabbed the glass on the coffee table and smashed it against Caleb Lockwood’s head.
With a crack, the glass shattered.
Caleb Lockwood’s face was full of blood, his eyes in shock.
Serena pushed the injured Caleb Lockwood away, picked up a piece of broken glass with one hand, and held it tightly, pointing its sharp edge at him.
Blood flowed profusely, blurring Caleb Lockwood’s vision, yet he still saw Serena violently wiping her lips with her other hand, as if cleaning off some disgusting filth.
At that moment, Caleb Lockwood understood, Serena had never submitted to him.
The previous submission was all a facade, just to make him let her go, giving her the chance to hit him with the glass.
Compared to the pain in his head, the hurt in his heart was greater.
He never imagined the person who was once devoted to him, enduring hardships for him, would now treat him this way.
Serena’s voice trembled with anger when she spoke.
Her palm was already bleeding from the broken glass.
But she didn’t care, still holding it firmly, as if it was her lifeline.
For a moment, Caleb Lockwood couldn’t tell if Serena intended to stab him with the glass or herself.
Wiping the blood from his face, Caleb Lockwood’s fevered mind gradually calmed down.
What exactly was he doing?
This question, Caleb Lockwood couldn’t answer himself.
But it definitely wasn’t what he told Serena—
To avenge Claire Shaw.
Reflecting in his bloodstained eyes, Serena didn’t appear as he imagined—
A little cat with fluffed-up fur.
Serena was more like a wounded leopard surrounded by hyenas.
From head to toe, she radiated the spirit that even in death, she would go down with her opponent.
Compared to this, Caleb Lockwood was like a deflated balloon, his previous oppression vanished.
He softly apologized.
But Serena’s cold face showed no sign of accepting his apology.
Blood on his head wouldn’t stop, and Caleb Lockwood’s head felt dizzy.
"Can you... give me a tissue?"
When he said this, Caleb Lockwood actually didn’t hold much hope.
After waiting for a while, a tissue was handed to him.
Caleb Lockwood looked at Serena handing him the tissue with one hand while holding a piece of glass with the other, his heart overflowed with mixed emotions.
He pressed the tissue hard against the wound on his head, his gaze falling on Serena’s hand.
"Don’t hold the glass anymore, I won’t do anything..."
He said this sincerely, yet Serena didn’t relax her grip, showing disbelief.
Caleb Lockwood’s heart sank.
"I know you didn’t hire someone to gang-rape Claire..."
Caleb Lockwood’s voice was small when he said this, more like talking to himself.
With a calm mind, it’s clear Serena had no reason to do such a thing.
Someone who could intricately set a trap to bankrupt Claire, even if they hired loan sharks, wouldn’t possibly allow them to confess.
However, Claire being gang-raped was a fact.
It wouldn’t make sense for Claire to hire people to gang-rape herself!
Caleb Lockwood’s mind was a mess.
When the police notified him to rush to the warehouse, Claire had no complete clothes on, her face bruised, and she lay on the filthy ground.
At that time, Caleb Lockwood was really angry.
Especially hearing Claire say the ones gang-raping her were loan sharks.
If Claire hadn’t gone bankrupt, she wouldn’t have been involved with loan sharks.
Caleb Lockwood’s real blame wasn’t on Serena.
Caleb Lockwood no longer loved Claire.
But he never thought his indifference would lead Claire to such a fate!
After all, she was his Ellie.
Caleb Lockwood squinted his eyes, leaned back on the sofa, his brows furrowed, his expression pained.
Serena quietly observed Caleb Lockwood, and upon ensuring he wouldn’t do anything to her again, she called Mr. Miller.
Hearing the conversation on the phone, Caleb Lockwood opened his eyes again.
Serena was contacting Mr. Miller to have him come and take Caleb Lockwood to the hospital.
Mr. Miller soon arrived.
Serena hadn’t explicitly told him the reason why he needed to come pick up Caleb Lockwood.
But in the dead of night, with Caleb Lockwood at Serena’s home right after Claire’s incident, Mr. Miller could easily imagine things weren’t good.
Yet reality exceeded his expectations.
He had been with Caleb Lockwood all this time, never seeing him covered in blood.
And throughout, Serena hadn’t let go of the glass she held.
"You come to the hospital with me."
Caleb Lockwood said calmly.
His voice was not loud, but it was commanding.
Serena glared at Caleb Lockwood.
At this moment, Caleb Lockwood’s eyes were full of concern for her.
Serena found it laughable.
Why was her hand injured?
Wasn’t it because Caleb Lockwood tried to assault her?
And now the perpetrator started caring about her hand, was this schizophrenia?
"I will go to the hospital... but not with you."
"Then who will you go with?"
Caleb Lockwood’s face turned cold again, and his concern immediately shifted to suspicion.
"Ethan White... Peter... Patrick Rhodes... I have many people to choose from, no need for President Lockwood to worry."
Just as Serena finished her sentence, Caleb Lockwood suddenly stepped forward and lifted Serena up, carrying her over his shoulder.
Serena yelled in anger.
"I’m just taking you to the hospital. If you don’t want your neighbors to gossip about you tomorrow, then be quiet."