She was both nervous and scared, her tiny hands tightly clutching the bedsheet, quickly leaving it wrinkled, while his slender fingers would weave through her small hands, intertwining with her fingers.
Finally, amidst her half-hearted resistance, they made love.
When she fell asleep from exhaustion, sometimes Hayden would cry, and he would get up to hold Hayden, using a clumsy posture to lull him to sleep.
That period was the happiest time of his life; the girl he had chosen at first glance became his wife, the mother of his son. She became so gentle, her gaze at him seemed to be filled with unspoken shy affection, as if her love for him was as torrential and intense as his love for her.
He thought that it would last a lifetime.
But who could have known, who could have known she was pretending, she had reconnected with Chase Sullivan.
Actually, Jude Crawford wasn’t willing to recall the memories of what happened later, and all these years, he never wanted to think about it.
The day she brought Chase Sullivan to Jill’s room, she ruined herself, and she ruined him too.
Those days he was traveling for work, and because he missed her and their son, he returned a day earlier than planned to surprise her.
He returned to Jill’s room, reached the outside of the bedroom, stretched out his hand to push the door open, but the next second he froze.
Because he heard the sounds coming from inside, abnormal sounds.
It was Isabelle Willow’s soft and tender voice saying, "Chase, a little gentle, I can’t take it..."
He was immediately stunned outside, his dark pupils suddenly constricting; her voice was unmistakable. On countless nights when he cherished her, she would also make such sounds, begging him to let her go... Find the newest release on novｅlfire.net
But now her voice was even more delicate, more enchanting than usual.
He was stunned for a few seconds, then lifted his long leg and kicked the bedroom door open with a "boom".
The scene he saw, he hasn’t forgotten a single bit over the years.
On the bed, Isabelle Willow was straddling Chase Sullivan, both of them disheveled, the man’s tan skin and the woman’s creamy white skin intertwined, stinging his eyes painfully.
It was Chase Sullivan who saw him first, pulling clothes to cover Isabelle Willow’s body, then she turned her head.
That woman, she smiled at him.
He thought he must have looked sinister at that moment, his eyes blood-red staring at her, but she wasn’t afraid at all, she slowly got off the bed.
She was almost undressed, only wearing a slip dress, her snow-white, radiant little feet stepping on the soft wool carpet, each step exuding a seductive allure.
The once cool and elegant Isabelle Willow, nurtured in Jill’s room, had somehow been spoiled by him into such a captivating woman.
She looked at him, her beautiful almond eyes shimmering with bright laughter, "Jude Crawford, why are you back? Didn’t you say you were returning tomorrow? I’m really sorry you had to see this, are you shocked, surprised?"
"Chase and I are childhood sweethearts; you forced and took me, imprisoned me here. Honestly, I’ve never forgotten about Chase for a day, I’ve always wanted to escape from you!"
"But who are you? You’re Jude Crawford. No matter where I flee, you’ll catch me back. I can’t outdo you, but it doesn’t matter, I’ve meticulously prepared a big gift for you, a nice crown of infidelity!"
"Jude Crawford, did you also feel I’ve become abnormal after giving birth? You wouldn’t naively believe I’ve fallen in love with you, right? Don’t flatter yourself, I’ve never loved you. Every moment with you makes me feel utterly disgusted. I was just deceiving you, lulling you into a false sense of security, creating an illusion, then pushing you from heaven into hell. Jude Crawford, you must be feeling awful now!"
"Jude Crawford, I hate you, I really, really hate you. You ruined my life, so I’m going to retaliate against you!"
Her words, every word she spoke filled his ears, his eyes bloodshot staring at her, his palm clenched making crackling sounds, all reason burned to ashes, and in an instant, he lost his mind.
He strode forward, gripping her slender wrist tightly, dragging her away.
She refused to leave, unwilling to accompany him.
He cast a faint glance back at her, a ruthless sneer, "I was wrong, letting Chase live these two years was my biggest mistake, he should have died long ago, shouldn’t he?"
Upon hearing this threat, Isabelle Willow was shocked, and indeed followed him again.
He took her away from Jill’s room to a small villa, throwing her into the bathroom, coldly spitting out a few words, "Take off your clothes and clean your filthy body!"
He shut the door for her to clean herself up.
He stood on the room’s balcony, smoking between his long fingers, chain-smoking three cigarettes in a row.
The third cigarette’s end was extinguished in the ashtray. He turned, those blood-red phoenix eyes staring at the bathroom door, time seemed to drag into an eternity, and she hadn’t come out yet.
He stepped forward, palm on the doorknob, intending to open the door.
But, it wouldn’t open, she had locked it from inside.
She locked the door from inside.
His heart sank, suddenly having a bad premonition. He raised his long leg to kick the door.
The door opened, and he walked in, stepping into a puddle of water; the bathwater had overflowed, and under the water lay a graceful figure.
Her beautiful black hair spread entirely under the water, the white hem of her dress rippling, her appearance ethereal and otherworldly. Her eyes were closed, rose-red lips curved in a soft and peaceful smile.
She attempted suicide.
She wanted to drown herself.
His dark pupils contracted intensely. He didn’t know how he approached or how he lifted her out of the water; he placed her on the room’s soft big bed repeatedly administering CPR.
Her small face was deathly pale, showing no sign of life.
His handsome face remained expressionless, two large palms stacked on her heart, pressing down repeatedly. He didn’t know what he was doing; if she never woke up, he would keep pressing, forever and ever.
Time passed, until he was almost numb when a soft groan was heard, she spat out water, waking up.
Her beautiful almond eyes slowly opened, she looked blankly at the crystal chandelier overhead, a few seconds later, she murmured to herself, "Still alive... why still alive?"
She asked, why still alive?
He gasped for air, shirt and trousers soaked, sweat dripping from his handsome face, glaring down at her, wanting to strangle her.
He didn’t know what game she was playing with her suicide attempt.