Drunk on Marriage, Billionaire's Overindulgent Love-Chapter 754 - 298. [Heartbreaking Fairy Tale] The Beginning of a Dead End (2)

Lin Chu’s question did not receive an answer.

The sudden onset of pain made Lin Chu’s eyes open wide, with fine beads of sweat seeping from her forehead. Her face was pale and wan, her delicate white teeth tightly biting her lip.

Jiang Muzhou, that bastard, had indeed deceived her.

It hurt, hurt so much that she couldn’t help but want to cry.

Lin Chu’s vision blurred, as the man’s cold and distant features appeared somewhat fierce due to desire. The crimson in his black eyes seemed almost able to scorch her, the veins on his forehead bulging noticeably, and his breathing growing heavier.

She didn’t know how long had passed, from the bathroom to the bed, the shower was not turned off, and the sound of water falling on the floor was never unheard.

After the initially unbearable pain had passed, a strange feeling gradually emerged. The tearing pain slowly faded away, replaced by an indescribable aching numbness.

She felt as though she was floating on the vast surface of the sea, surrounded by water, with only Lu Huai’an giving her a sense of security.

So, she clung to him desperately.

In a daze, the man’s slow voice echoed in her ear, "Lin Chu, who gave you the guts to scheme against me, mm?"

His breathing was heavy, every word filled with a gnashing sinister tone, falling into Lin Chu’s ears like a question from hell.

Lin Chu opened her eyes, her vision blurred by sweat, the light on the ceiling a hazy halo.

She laughed softly.

...

When did this silent mutual torment end?

The horizon was faintly white, it should be around four or five o’clock.

The man’s heavy breathing calmed, and the pressure on her wrist disappeared. He fell asleep due to extreme fatigue and the effects of medication.

Lin Chu tried several times to prop herself up with one hand to get out of bed, walking barefoot into the bathroom.

The shower had been running all night, and Lin Chu didn’t have the strength to adjust the temperature, standing under the showerhead, the icy water washing away the stickiness from her body.

She found a black shirt in the closet. She hadn’t deliberately chosen this color; in Lu Huai’an’s closet, everything was black at first glance, with only brand and design details differing.

She sat on the sofa, waiting for him to wake up.

Lin Chu could only move one hand, unable to button the shirt, so she just wrapped it around her. Fortunately, the shirt was large enough to cover the essential areas.

Yesterday, when she walked into this bedroom, every corner was tidy, with a faint musky scent.

But now, fragments of decorations from the bedside table were everywhere. Her foot was cut when she went to the bathroom, and the sheets and bedspread were full of messy wrinkles. The air was filled with a lingering atmosphere of intimacy, and her clothes were still piled on the carpet.

This night, it was truly long...

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Throughout the year, no matter if it was a workday or weekend, no matter how late he stayed up due to work the night before, Lu Huai’an would always get up at six o’clock on time.

Today was an exception.

When he woke up, it was already eight o’clock. The curtains were not drawn, and the sunlight streamed through the glass into the bedroom, giving a warm, gentle feeling.

If nothing had happened last night, this would indeed be just like every morning before.

Lu Huai’an came out of the bathroom, behaving as if Lin Chu didn’t exist, undisturbedly removing his bathrobe to start changing clothes.

Black suit pants, black shirt, dark blue tie...

Two minutes later, all traces of ambiguity on his body had vanished, returning to his usual precise and polished appearance, with sharply defined, detached features.

After adjusting his tie, he finally turned to glance at Lin Chu, his eyes filled with obvious sarcasm, "Still not getting out?"

Utterly malicious.

Lin Chu was loosely draped in a man’s shirt, without even the closest undergarments on.

Two or three hours had passed, yet her long hair was still partially dry, and the water-stained parts of the shirt hadn’t completely dried out.

No part of her body was unharmed; every piece of exposed skin was covered with bluish-purple marks, from ankle to neck.

Shocking to behold.

She sat lazily on the couch, her slender legs crossed, exuding a casual demeanor. Her delicate face was continually pale due to the faint pain in her wrist, yet she smiled.

"I said I wanted to talk to you, didn’t I? There was no time yesterday, but there is now."

Until this second, she had always believed that last night, after he dislocated her wrist, his continued roughness was due to the influence of alcohol and drugs. He had no awareness of his own and didn’t know she was in pain, so each action was heavier than the last.