Bride of Retribution: Aloof Billionaire's Dominant Game-Chapter 662 - 357 Shameful Submission_3
Because this is Joshua Hughes’s place.
The beautiful courtyard is so exquisite it’s almost breathtaking,
In the courtyard, there’s a large pond, the water clean and clear, with a few white water lilies standing quietly, possessing an isolated beauty.
Ahead, there’s a two-story small building, surprisingly entirely made of wood.
On the steps, he stands high above, full of imposing presence, as if ruling the world.
He doesn’t quite match the courtyard; a man like him truly doesn’t deserve such elegance.
Avery Jane isn’t in the mood to admire the beauty of the garden.
The magnolia trees, with their large blossoms, carry a faint, haunting fragrance, but her sense of smell is overwhelmed by the man’s unique masculine scent.
A slight musk, filling her nostrils strand by strand, almost saturating her chaotic heart.
"I’m here as promised. I hope you don’t go back on your word." Avery Jane didn’t look at him because she already despises herself inwardly.
No one ever understands the heart-wrenching pain she feels while making such decisions; no one will ever know her immeasurable pain, nor will anyone comfort her fear and anxiety.
She knows what she will have to endure, yet she does not know; this paradox is so confusing she doesn’t know how to face the man about to possess her.
"That depends on whether you will cooperate enough, don’t pretend to be forced." Joshua looked at her standing at the foot of the steps; the splendid scenery around makes her harmonious, resembling a beautiful painting from a long time ago.
The thought of it is exciting; it has been a long time since anything piqued his interest.
At this moment in time, Avery Jane is a fresh and unique entity to him.
He curled his lips into a smile; Avery Jane could tell he was in a good mood.
The world’s affairs are always this way; in a confrontation, there’s always a winner and a loser. 𝗳𝚛𝚎𝚎𝘄𝕖𝕓𝕟𝕠𝚟𝚎𝕝.𝗰𝕠𝐦
The winner gets to enjoy the fruits of victory now, while the loser can only swallow the bitter tears silently.
The tall man walked down the steps, leaning towards her, enclosing her: "It’s your choice, and if you follow me well, you will be satisfied, in every way."
Avery Jane’s heart skipped a beat; she wanted to struggle but was controlled by him with just one hand: "Don’t move, we have plenty of time today."
His voice was hoarse; this day seemed to have been awaited for too long.
His voice was low and rich, like intoxicating wine.
The surroundings were quiet, except for the occasional rustling of the wind through the leaves.
Avery Jane let him hold her tightly, allowing the sunset to cast their shadows long and gradually blend them into one.
His embrace was strong and warm, filled with a sense of security, such a contradiction, clearly the most dangerous man but somehow his embrace felt reassuring.
His slender fingers gently lifted her small face nestled in his embrace; her body soft and full, and his heart was quivering slightly with excitement for the impending possession.
Avery Jane and he were so close, almost able to clearly see his dense eyelashes and the slight lines between his brows; he must often frown.
After listening to her words, Joshua Hughes’s thin lips were almost brushing against her trembling lips, speaking to her word by word: "Avery Jane, should I call you smart, or should I laugh at your foolishness? Angering me at this moment doesn’t benefit you at all, my anger will render you unable to get out of bed until tomorrow; you deserve to be taught a lesson, you’re undeserving of a man’s tender care."
His words slowly stabbed into her heart like a knife, causing a pain that was unbearable, yet she couldn’t resist.
"The smell of the police station is really such a killjoy. Go wash yourself clean, and then climb into my bed yourself. Listen, get in yourself, don’t make me say anything more; if you dare anger me again, think about whether you can bear the consequences on your own." With that, Joshua Hughes’s tall and imposing figure disappeared into the small building.
The night gradually covered the picturesque courtyard, and she stood there like someone in an eternal painting.
Beside her, a mysterious figure suddenly appeared, startling Avery Jane like a specter: "Miss, please follow me."
The tone of speech was calm as dead water, without a hint of modulation, devoid of any emotion.
This old woman, from her appearances, must have been beautiful in her youth, but now, no matter how she looked, she resembled an old hag.
