He Got Engaged to His First Love On the Day I Died-Chapter 42: Where Else Did He Touch You?

"Has Mr. Grant forgotten his intentions when he first gave me this dress?"

She pointed at the dress she was wearing, which barely covered her chest, and scoffed. "This dress must be Mr. Grant’s carefully selected masterpiece, right? Isn’t its sole purpose to seduce men?"

Its purpose was so clear.

And now he was shifting the blame onto her.

’I really don’t get it,’ she thought. ’Is he some kind of pervert?’

"So what? When his hand slipped inside your dress, you just let him? Natalie Morgan, in the end, you’re just a slutty tramp. Were you the only one there in a cocktail dress? Who else was as shameless as you? Laughing so cheaply."

To hear words like "slutty tramp" come from her own husband’s mouth.

Natalie Morgan wasn’t angry at all.

’It’s as if... that’s how he’s supposed to describe me.’

In his mind, that was the kind of woman she was.

That’s why he would send her, still not fully recovered, to another man’s bed in exchange for his own gain. 𝐟𝕣𝕖𝐞𝐰𝕖𝚋𝐧𝗼𝚟𝐞𝕝.𝗰𝐨𝐦

"That’s right. I allowed him to get handsy with me. I allowed him to hold my hand and touch my waist. When you left, Mr. Grant, didn’t you tell me to perform well? What, is Mr. Grant unsatisfied with my performance?"

"You..."

Theodore Grant was rendered speechless by her retort.

The tension in his shoulders and fingertips slowly eased.

After forcefully shoving her away,

He leaned back against the car seat and let out a soft, cold laugh. "So... you slept with him?"

"Is that important to Mr. Grant? In your eyes, a piece of paper is more important than my innocence, more important than being cuckolded, isn’t it?"

’Is it important?’

’Probably not.’

He had always been a man who pursued results, regardless of the process.

But why did something feel like it was gnawing at him from the inside, causing him unbearable pain?

The car started, and he slammed his foot on the gas.

No matter how recklessly he drove,

she felt nothing.

「The car sped back to the Grant Residence.」

The moment they got out, Theodore Grant grabbed Natalie Morgan’s wrist and began dragging her inside without a second thought.

She couldn’t keep up with his pace and fell to the ground.

Her knees scraped against the concrete tiles, and she winced in pain.

She tried to pull her hand away, but the difference in their strength was too great.

"Theodore Grant, let me go! I can walk by myself."

She slapped at his powerful hand.

Her bare feet, already covered in blisters that hadn’t healed, were now scraped raw and bleeding.

"Natalie Morgan, don’t test my patience."

He showed not a shred of compassion, not even glancing back as he brutally dragged her up to the second floor.

The faucet in the bathroom was turned on.

Water poured down from the thermostatic showerhead.

Theodore Grant gripped Natalie Morgan’s arm and pulled her into the bathroom.

He was so consumed by a storm of complex, furious emotions that he was on the verge of losing his sanity.

"Take a bath," he said, his voice strained and suppressed.

Natalie Morgan refused. "What on earth are you trying to do?"

"I told you to take a bath. Do you not understand plain language?" His eyes were glacial, his expression leaving no room for argument.

She knew that defying him would only lead to a worse outcome.

The water in the bathtub wasn’t hot. It wasn’t even lukewarm.

She knew Theodore Grant was doing it on purpose.

He wanted to torment her, to torture her to death.

’Fine, I’ll give him exactly what he wants.’

Natalie Morgan lifted her leg and stepped into the tub. Her cocktail dress was soaked in an instant.

Every pore on her body constricted from the shock of the cold water.

She submerged herself in the cold water, slowly sinking...

The water gradually rose past her shoulders, her chin, her lips...

Finally, the water covered her nose and eyes.

The cold water stung her scalp, and she felt as if she had plunged into a hole in the ice.

She didn’t know how long her face had been under the surface before a large male hand pulled her out.

"Natalie Morgan! Natalie Morgan!" He slapped her face. "Stop playing dead. I’m telling you, we’re not done yet."

The woman gave him no response.

She was like a corpse, water filling her eye sockets and ears.

Theodore Grant panicked. He reached out to check for breath under her nose. His pupils contracted violently. She wasn’t breathing.

She was as still as a dead person.

No, she *was* a dead person now.

"Natalie Morgan, wake up! Wake up!"

"Natalie Morgan, you... wake up."

"Natalie Morgan, I didn’t give you permission to die! You can’t die on me..."

The woman was silent, like a cold, lifeless Sleeping Beauty.

Her body temperature was so, so cold...

He frantically carried her out of the bathroom, laid her on the floor, and started CPR. "I forbid you to die! I won’t allow it! Come back to life! Breathe, damn it! You are not allowed to die, do you hear me?"

His eyes were bloodshot.

His lips trembled.

He took a deep breath, lowered his head, and breathed air into her lungs.

"Natalie Morgan, I already promised you I’d let your brother go! You are not allowed to die on me! Wake up!"

"Wake up, quickly, please."

"Don’t be a coward! Wake up for me! Wake up!"

He didn’t know how many cycles he performed.

Over and over.

He didn’t dare stop.

Until she let out a faint cough.

As water sputtered from her lips, she took a shallow breath...

His heart, which had been clenched so tight he could barely breathe, finally gave a single beat.

"Natalie Morgan, I knew you wouldn’t dare to die."

Natalie Morgan was extremely weak.

Her consciousness was a blur.

Theodore Grant called an ambulance, and Natalie Morgan was admitted to the hospital once again.

’This time, I was sure I would descend into hell,’ she thought. ’But I still survived.’

Theodore Grant’s secretary was sitting in a chair across from her, watching her with a blank expression.

"Mrs. Grant, you’re being hospitalized far too frequently. Honestly, you don’t need to fight with Mr. Grant. He’s only doing this for the Grant Group’s development. If the Grant Group collapses, then you, Mrs. Grant, won’t be able to enjoy your life of luxury anymore, will you?"

Secretary Bell’s words were sharp.

As if everything was her fault.

Natalie Morgan had nothing to say to this secretary.

She gave her an indifferent glance before looking away.

Seeing her silence, Secretary Bell spoke again. "Mr. Lawson was furious last night, and the contract wasn’t signed. I just don’t get it. You had already left with him, so why did you run back? Do you have any idea how important that piece of land is to the Grant Group? It’s a ten-billion-dollar project. It’s the lifeline for the thousands of employees at the company."

Secretary Bell grew more agitated as she spoke, pushing up the glasses on her nose. "You are just so selfish."

Natalie Morgan gave a faint smile.

Noelle Bell interpreted this smile as a sign of Natalie Morgan’s complete indifference, and her tone grew even harsher. "Of course, you don’t work for the Grant Group, so you wouldn’t know how difficult things are right now. If Mr. Lawson sells that land to our rival, the Grant Group will lose many projects. It’s a domino effect. Even a full-time housewife should understand that, right?"

"If the Grant Group collapses under Mr. Grant’s leadership, you’ll have failed the Grant family’s ancestors, won’t you? And you still have the nerve to smile."