Remarried Wife: Mr. Ex, We Will Never Reconcile!-Chapter 68: A Satisfying Showdown

In the bedroom, red candles flickered, incense curled into the air, and a beauty lay on the bright red bridal bed.

Her black hair cascaded down, her slender waist half-exposed, her pale jade fingers tightly gripping the red silk, her toes curled, turning her head toward this side, with rosy cheeks, her pearly teeth biting her lower lip, and a deep moan of distress coming from her throat.

Ian’s breath hitched, and the heat surged in his lower abdomen again, instantly realizing Ms. Crowe had drugged Vera!

He was annoyed, rubbing his forehead with one hand, pressing his fingers against his throbbing temples, and then took large strides towards the bed, squatting down halfway.

"Honey, are you okay?"

Tears hung at the corners of Vera’s eyes, her body burning with heat, as an unusual sensation slowly consumed her reason, threatening to control her.

"I, I’ve been drugged!" she said through gritted teeth.

Ian’s palm caressed her face, gazing into her gradually glazed eyes, his Adam’s apple bobbing uncontrollably, "Mom also wants to bring us together."

It was the first time he’d seen her looking so alluring, unlike those women outside who were gaudy and decadent.

Her pure desire was, to a man, the ultimate temptation.

At this moment, Ian wanted to go with the flow!

Moreover, with the drug’s effect, she shouldn’t be afraid.

The man’s large hand, with powerful muscles flexing, reached her shirt collar, deftly unbuttoning it with his fingertips, "Honey, be good, it quickly won’t feel bad anymore."

What remained of her rationality caught his meaning, and Vera grabbed his wrist, "I don’t want this, don’t touch me!"

Ian was taken aback, "Still scared?"

How could he know that under his stimulation, Vera had already overcome her fear.

Vera had no strength to speak.

The seductive faint fragrance emanating from her filled his nose, and Ian’s large hand exerted more force, almost tearing open her shirt front, his dark eyes filled with determination, "Be good, if you’re like this, it’ll be very difficult, you won’t be afraid soon."

Vera’s fingers dug hard into his arm, her tone unwavering, "Ian, I, don’t want this!"

She had already noticed the faint red marks showing from his shirt collar.

Ian met her resolute gaze, unsure if she was still afraid or unwilling to be touched by him.

In an instant, he was sure it was the former.

She loved him and had always been doing psychological treatment for him, how could she not be willing to be touched by him.

He let her go, got up, and walked towards the door, only to find it locked from the outside.

Ian was infuriated by his mother’s perverse control, lifting his shoe to kick the door hard, yelling angrily at the door, "Mom! Open the door!"

Jean Crowe, assuming flaming passion had already sparked between the two, heard her son’s roar, furrowing her brows, pretending not to hear.

Tonight, she was determined to see them consummate the marriage!

Having spent half her life in dissatisfaction, Jean Crowe had finally endured to this day, unwilling to let the first and third branches expose her faults and laugh at her!

Ian, unable to open the door, turned back to the bed, only to see Vera writhing more uncomfortably, the air filled with her scent.

A seductive haze grew like a rampant seaweed, dragging people into the abyss of desire.

...

Ian covered Vera’s body, which was as soft as spring mud.

Vera, unable to struggle, used her last bit of reason to dodge his kiss, her hand brushing over the glass bottle on the bedside table, grabbing it only to let it fall again.

With a "crash," it shattered on the ground.

Ian lifted his head, a trace of irritation flashing in his eyes, "Are you scared, or unwilling, huh?"

She was clearly in great distress.

At the critical moment, Vera’s eyes held a plea, "... Let me go."

Ian’s lips curled into a wry smile, "Honey, taking this kind of drug isn’t about me letting you go, it’s that you need me."

He truly let her go, sitting down on the nearby chaise longue.

Vera, with a dry throat, felt as if countless insects were crawling through her bones, overwhelmed with discomfort yet fearing the uncontrollable desire.

Afraid she might really pounce on him...

...

Vera let out a cry.

Ian was startled, suddenly getting up and moving toward her.

"Vera, you—!"

By the red bed, she held a shard of porcelain in her right hand, a bloody gash on her left palm, blood trickling down her fair wrist.

Ian felt a tightness in his scalp, exasperated, "What are you doing!"

The pain drove away some of the distress, keeping her clear-headed, she raised her eyelids, looking at him, "Take me to the hospital..."

Ian Kane was stunned.

Did she prefer to harm herself rather than let him touch her, or... was she just scared?

The corners of the man’s eyes gradually reddened with anger as he finally pulled out his phone and made a call: "Come to the master bedroom on the second floor and break the door open."

...

Jean Crowe was just about to lie down when she heard the sound of a lock being broken. She hurriedly put on a coat and rushed out, only to see Ian Kane carrying Vera Sheridan downstairs.

Vera’s left hand was wrapped in gauze, stained with crimson blood.

"Ian! What’s going on?!"

Ian Kane cast her an impatient glance and strode out of the main house. 𝕗𝚛𝚎𝚎𝐰𝗲𝗯𝗻𝚘𝚟𝚎𝗹.𝕔𝐨𝕞

Jean Crowe was left frowning deeply.

"Madam, it seems the young madam harmed herself, refusing to let Ian touch her?" whispered Nanny Hale beside her.

Jean Crowe clenched her hands, utterly puzzled, "Impossible! The effects of the drug are potent, when it kicks in, she’d hardly think of resisting!"

"Could it be... she truly doesn’t want my son to touch her?"

"Did you see Ian’s reaction just now? Is he blaming me? Wasn’t I doing this for the good of their marriage?"

Nanny Hale remained silent.

She knew Jean was preserving her own dignity, going so far as to drug her daughter-in-law.

...

Ian Kane took Vera Sheridan to a private hospital owned by the Kane Group, where she was given a sedative and her wounds were dressed.

He also instructed them not to let this matter spread.

When Vera woke up, it was already the next morning.

Her whole body felt drained of strength as she lay weakly on the bed, not feeling quite real.

As the sharp pain in her palm throbbed, she slowly remembered the events of the previous night and clutched the bedsheet tightly.

Her mother-in-law, just to have a grandchild, resorted to the despicable act of drugging her!

Did she see her as a person with dignity?

Vera closed her eyes, her chest heaving, unable to calm down for a long time.

Not long after, Jean Crowe entered with Nanny Hale.

Nanny Hale carried a thermal lunchbox with a smile on her face, "Young madam, madam has personally brought you breakfast."

Vera squinted her eyes, her tone sarcastic, "What drug did you add this time?"

Jean Crowe heard her dissatisfaction and her expression darkened, still confused, "Vera, are you blaming me?"

This time, it was Vera who was stunned. Her cold eyes scrutinized Jean as she retorted, "You drugged me, shouldn’t I be angry?"

Jean Crowe took two steps closer, looking down at her, "Vera, you have psychological issues, afraid of being touched by my son. I gave you some medicine to help you get over the obstacles and consummate your marriage, isn’t that a good thing? Shouldn’t you be grateful for my good intentions?"

Vera clenched her hands, her gaze sharp and her tone icy, "Ms. Crowe, I’m a person! Not a childbearing tool for your family!"

"Stop saying it’s for my own good. You’re only doing it for your own reputation!"

Jean Crowe’s eyes widened, realizing that Vera injured her hand to avoid being touched by her son!

"Vera, you’re really something! You claim to love my son, yet you won’t endure this hardship for him!" she said, pointing a finger at Vera on the hospital bed, stomping her foot like a shrew.

Vera glanced at the Buddha Beads on Jean’s wrist, full of irony, "Ms. Crowe, you won’t morally bind me!"

Jean Crowe grew angrier, "Did I say anything wrong? My son risked his life for you, barely escaped death! He cherished you despite your lame foot! You are frigid, and he refrained from touching you, he’s sacrificed so much for you, but what have you done for him?!"

In the past, hearing these words would make Vera feel guilty, wanting to be grateful. Now, she clearly understood that they were just using her vulnerability against her.

The relationship with Ian Kane was a heavy emotional burden she carried since the beginning.

Taking a deep breath, Vera looked straight into Jean Crowe’s eyes, "Ms. Crowe, your son pursued me, and I rejected him for six years! Also, my foot was injured saving him! Let’s call it even, shall we?"

Jean Crowe was stunned.

She thought she’d shut Vera down completely, but unexpectedly, Vera countered with such a blow.

Jean was momentarily speechless.

Vera was relentless, "Yes, I’m frigid, but has that stopped your son from enjoying himself elsewhere? He even promised me he wouldn’t be like his father!"

Her words nearly crushed the Buddha Beads in Jean Crowe’s hand.

She knew about it?

Vera looked at Jean’s alternating shades of red and white on her face, feeling a genuine sense of relief.

Just then, Ian Kane pushed open the door to the ward, stepping in with his leather shoes.