But, why did he come to her room?
Isabelle Willow didn’t have time to think because his thin lips were upon her, overwhelming her with his assertive kisses and presence.
All of this seemed... exactly like the two dreams she had before.
Isabelle quickly considered a possibility, but it shouldn’t be so.
After those two times she woke up feeling unwell, she actually suspected something, but she personally saw him consulting a doctor, and he said he was unwell, he just couldn’t...do that.
Isabelle was in chaos, and at this moment Jude Crawford left her red lips, his thin lips falling on her neck, and his hand wearing an expensive watch reached inside her clothes...
Isabelle’s fingers curled, her face flushed so red it could bleed, and those two times in the dream felt far less intense than how clearly she felt his large hand on her now.
It was now clear to Isabelle, it was not a dream, but...real.
He must have given her some kind of drug, causing her to sleep deeply, then taking advantage of her unconsciousness to enter her room and brazenly assault her .
But, she still had a question regarding his condition...
Could it be that he’s gotten better?
"Why didn’t you listen to me and stay here tonight?" His low, raspy voice enveloped her ear, "Although the medicine I gave you does no harm, your body can’t take any more drugs now."
His large hand moved down, resting gently on her belly, tracing circles, "I still don’t know how to deal with you and the baby, I never thought you would become pregnant, I originally just wanted to... love you dearly..."
Isabelle was completely confused by what he was saying, what baby, did he make a mistake?
She had been feeling unwell recently with constant nausea but definitely was not pregnant. Her daughter was gone years ago, and he had been relentless, making her fear getting pregnant again, so she secretly had a sterilization procedure, meaning she couldn’t get pregnant again. Besides, she was now of age, her grandchildren were three years old, how could she be pregnant?
Serena had even said that it was just nighttime chills causing the lack of appetite.
But one thing was certain, and that was... he did indeed drug her, then...
Isabelle felt his kiss fall upon her face again, soon he grasped her hand, mindful of her pregnancy, not daring to be reckless, leading her hand down on his own.
Isabelle touched something burning hot like a rod, that was!
She abruptly withdrew her hand and opened her eyes, "Jude Crawford, you bastard!"
Jude Crawford didn’t expect Isabelle would suddenly wake up, in the midst of suppressing yet feeling aroused, a touch of lust lingering in his deep narrow eyes, when his large hand was suddenly shaken off, Isabelle, beneath him directly awoke.
Isabelle reached out to push him away, overwhelming shame and anger coloring her face bright red, she grabbed a pillow and smashed it into his handsome face.
Jude Crawford didn’t dodge, getting hit by the pillow, fully aware he was exposed, he immediately reached out to embrace Isabelle, "Yara, listen to me!"
Isabelle didn’t want to hear anything now, just thinking about what he did to her, she wished she could bite him.
How could he be so... shameless!
Reflecting now, the first time she stayed at his place was right when she returned from Alani, and he had already... put her in bed.
The second time she dreamed she became suspicious, he even called a doctor to play along with his act, simply treating her like a fool.
At that time, she avoided him out of guilt for having dreamt intimately, and though he knew everything, he played the role of a gentleman!
His condition was not an issue, quite the contrary, he was very well!
"Jude Crawford, don’t touch me!" Isabelle immediately got up from the bed, rushing straight for the door, she didn’t want to stay with him for another second.
But Jude Crawford chased with long strides, stretching out a strong arm to encircle her supple waist, dominantly pulling her into his embrace, "Yara, listen to me, don’t be angry."
"Jude Crawford, let go of me! You... old bastard!" Isabelle vigorously tried prying his fingers, attempting to break free from his hold.
Isabelle wasn’t someone who cursed, yet she was forced to scold "old bastard", old bastard Jude Crawford, "..."
Jude Crawford initially hugged her stomach but feared hurting the baby inside her womb, so his arms moved up, holding her shoulders, locking her in his embrace, "Fine, I’m indeed an old bastard, but don’t forget, we’re not divorced yet, you’re still my Mrs. Crawford, this is called marital obligation, understand? Sleeping with you twice is nothing, I haven’t done wrong."
Astonishingly self-righteous, even invoking marital obligations, Isabelle was shaking with anger, "Then let’s divorce now!"
"Too late! Originally, your reason for divorce was our years of separation, but now that we’ve slept together, the judge will only ask why you didn’t talk about divorce when sleeping with me, how will you respond then?"
"I..." Isabelle strangely found herself speechless.
Jude Crawford tightly held her, burying his handsome face in her long hair, his eyes rimmed crimson and murmured softly, "Now that you’re awake, it’s good, I still prefer you conscious..."
"..." Isabelle quickly covered her ears, he remained unchanged, a beast in man’s clothing, shameless!
"Get away, let me go, Jude Crawford, I never want to see you again, I’m leaving here... mugh!"
Jude Crawford gripped her shoulders and forcibly turned her around, sealing her red lips directly.
All of Isabelle’s words were swallowed by his fierce and assertive kiss, she wanted to struggle but couldn’t break free, soon her body weakened, hardly able to stand and sliding toward the ground.
Jude Crawford steadied her, wiping her swollen lips with his thumb, his thin lips curving slightly, "Isabelle Willow, you’re always , saying no, no, but your body is honest."
The years they were married were filled with many joyful moments, she wasn’t without feelings for him, and at least she liked the marital obligations.
Jude Crawford’s eyes revealed a trace of smile, "Isabelle Willow, you’re still so sensitive. One kiss and you can’t take it. Admit it, over these years you’ve thought about men, you’ve thought about me, just as I have thought about you night after night." ᴛʜɪs ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ ɪs ᴜᴘᴅᴀᴛᴇ ʙʏ novel※fire.net
Isabelle wished she could dig a hole and crawl in, she wondered why her body refused to cooperate.