After rejecting my celebrity husband-Chapter 45 There Will Be No Next Time

The man’s breath forcefully bore down on her.

Smelling the air, filled with his uniquely chocolate-like fragrance, Luo Xiaoqian became inexplicably nervous, her heart racing even faster.

What... what was he going to do now?!

Leng Zimo’s face stopped less than ten centimeters from hers, his dark eyes intensely bearing down on her.

"You seem to have forgotten what your status is now!"

His tone was laced with barely concealed anger.

Knowing that countless reporters were waiting for her, he had come here on purpose, hoping to take her away.

And her?

She had given him the cold shoulder from the moment she arrived. Who did she think she was?

With his back to the light, the handsome glow of his face acquired a frost-like severity. Feeling the oppressive gaze from his eyes, Luo Xiaoqian felt her palms grow cold with sweat. 𝒻𝑟ℯℯ𝑤𝑒𝑏𝑛𝘰𝓋𝑒𝓁.𝒸𝑜𝘮

Indeed, what was her status? She was nothing more than a woman who had been bought with money, even less than a servant. What right did she have to lose her temper with him?

She bit her lip and spoke softly.

"My phone is broken. If you don’t believe me, you can go see for yourself!"

On her lips, the cut he had inflicted yesterday was still there; now, with Da Li pulling, the scab had broken open once again, and threads of blood seeped out.

As she spoke, the threads of blood shimmered under the light.

Leng Zimo raised an eyebrow and brushed away a few stray hairs from her face.

When the stray hairs moved away, the several finger marks on her side face were exposed without a doubt.

His brow furrowed even more tightly.

He leaned in to examine the injuries on her face more closely.

Luo Xiaoqian thought he was going to bite her again as punishment like he did yesterday, and subconsciously dodged to the side.

Catching the rejection in her eyes, Leng Zimo’s anger instantly maxed out.

She actually dared to despise him!

His once relaxed fingers tightened again, and he leaned in to kiss her forcefully.

Luo Xiaoqian tried to dodge, but his hand firmly gripped her jaw, giving her nowhere to hide, and even biting him back was impossible.

She pushed him, shoved him.

But he was as immovable as a mountain.

It seemed he was worried she would pull the same trick again, and somehow his leg had already crossed over, pinning hers.

There was only a thin layer of practice clothes between Luo Xiaoqian’s back and the glass, making her feel a chill throughout her body.

Feeling a sense of injustice rising uncontrollably in her heart, her eyes began to film with tears.

Tears slid down from the corners of her eyes, trailing to the edge of his lips.

Leng Zimo was completely oblivious until she was almost unable to breathe, then at last, he let her go.

Her face was tear-streaked, evoking an uncontrollable sense of compassion.

Noticing the flickering tears in her eyes, he felt a puzzling irritation.

"Those injuries on your face, what happened?"

With her hand in his grip, Luo Xiaoqian just hung her head and forcibly pushed the tears back. She didn’t want to cry in front of him.

"It’s none of your business!" Her voice was defiant with a hint of distance.

"Don’t forget, your body is mine now, not just your body, everything!" Clutching her chin to make her look him in the eyes, Leng Zimo spoke authoritatively, "There will not be a next time!"

Letting go of her, he straightened up, "Change your clothes, you’re coming with me!"

Luo Xiaoqian had no choice but to get up and walk towards her backpack; she lifted her hand, intending to wipe away his mark from her lips.

"Don’t wipe it off!"

Behind her, Leng Zimo commanded authoritatively.

Bastard, mad dog, tyrant!

Secretly seething with indignation, Luo Xiaoqian bent down to pick up her backpack and walked into the changing room.