Mrs. Lawson Is So Sexy and Gallant

Chapter 43 You Asked for It

His eyes sent out a dim glare when he accidentally saw the top of someone's head, and he shouted,

"Show Yourself!"

Verena bit her low lip. A breath was caught upon her chest. She dared neither to swallow it down, nor

to breathe it out, but only to let it be stuck.

Was she be spotted?

Lemuel moved to the side of the bed, watched at the direction where she was hidden and said, "Behind

the coach, get out."

Her body trembled slightly when she heard his soft voice. She silently turned up from the back of the

coach.

Lemuel shot her an icy glance. He slightly pursed his lips, and his heartless voice sounded again,

"Maybe it is because of my rare mercy that you have been spoiled, and think you have some decency

to behave so recklessly! Wouldn't you say?"

Verena couldn't be bothered to answer his harsh accusation. Instead, she asked, "On what terms will

you agree to marry me?"

"Over my dead body!"

Her tone had transformed from tough in the first place to be compromised at last. There was an request

encoded in her voice that said "I will do whatever you want as long as you agree to marry me."

He sneered at her while a fickle look was twinkling between his dark eyes, "Are you really that

desperate?"

A blood stain had been popped at her lips by the work of her teeth. She still not unleashed her tight bite

when a word of her was thrown out, "Yes!"

"Would you really do anything for me?"

After a few second of hesitation, she decided to take her chance. She closed her eyes, and said, "Of

course."

She had got no other options, no way to escape since the moment her father was sent to the hospital

and the moment when she placed her signature on her contract with Wilson Lawson.

Lemuel sat leisurely on the coach, putting his index finger downside the table. With an evil hint, he

gave a meaningful instruction with that swift momentum of his thin lips, "Very Well, undress yourself

please!"

Heard what the man said, Verena was struck dumbfounded. She looked at Lemuel in puzzlement and

did not move, at all.

"You said yourself that you would do anything if I marry you. Just take off your clothes, and that's all. I

don't suppose it is that difficult! Is it?"

"What exactly do you want?" she stared at him with alert in her eyes.

"You don't need to be informed no matter what I am going to do. The only thing for you to do right now

is do as I say. Otherwise, you can get your pretty ass out!" ruthless was Lemuel's words, "You asked for

this! I don't think I have ever forced you, right?" Verena stood there speechless with a face as pale as

the midnight's moon.

He was not wrong, not at all! She volunteered to get close to me, and he never forced her. The thing

was, even if she was forced, she was forced by herself.

"I don't have the patience for you. Choose quickly, either remove your dress, or remove your ass."

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Ignoring her shaking eyelashes, she began the process to undress herself. She slowly unbuttoned her

sleeping pajamas.

The lower her hands went, the harder her trembling heart was. It had been completely off her control,

and even clearer to her was the sound of her heartbeat.

Pit-A-Pat, Pit-A-Pat…

At last, the final button was unlocked. Her pajamas that once covered her body slowly slipped to the

ground.

That skin of hers was glowing under the light, like a precious jewelry. Her tender shoulder was round

and white. Her exquisite and sexy collarbone looked extremely hot, followed by a flat belly and slender

legs.

"Proceed!" that icy command sounded again.

Her hands moved to her back to unleash the button unseen to all. They trembled severely like the leaf

in the Autumn's wind, making her attempt almost destined to fail.

Untouched by her, he still looked at the woman with a cold yet evil smile, "One! Two!"

Before he counted to three, her purple underwear was shot into the sky in a parabolic trajectory and fell

to the ground at last.

She stood there motionless like a stone, and her fists were clenched tight.

The erotic image was captured by his deep eyes. Lemuel's sexy throat swallowed hard. Meanwhile, a

strip of darkness was added into his eyes, making him more complicated than he had appeared to be.

He got up and walked elegantly towards her.

Verena was almost choking when she heard of the approaching steps and the man's heavy breath.

Standing beside her, Lemuel elegantly gazed upon Verena like a leopard was observing its prey.

After a careful observation, he raised his slim fingers and placed it softly on Verena's collar bone.

"Don't be so sensitive! Otherwise, I will fancy you want to.."

His tone was sarcastic yet evil. Verena gritted her teeth and kept her eyes closed.

This was merely an instinct! How would she ever want to have sex with him? He was so presumptuous!

Even if she did want to have sex with someone, that someone would never be him!

Lemuel's fingers were still placed on her collarbone. He was not pleased when he saw her reactions.

Unhappily, he gave another order, "Open your damn eyes and look at me!"

Verena's eyes were finally open as instructed. She looked into his eyes, without any excitement or

depression in her eyes. Her eyes were so tranquil as though it was made of dead water. No more vigor

could be found inside.

'If I don't feel anything at all, no longer will I be afraid, and no longer will I know fear!'

"Terrific."

After a long time, Lemuel stood up. With his slim fingers, he clenched her jaw to intercept her sight.

"You failed me even with the best thing you can offer. Why would I ever marry you?"

His hot breath spraying in her cheeks, her accelerating heartbeat stopped in an instant when his words

struck her ears. She could bear the insults no more, let alone her rage. Venera gave him a hard stare

and a quick slap.

Slap! Lemuel's face moved to other side. A strand of his hair swung before his eyes. The dancing fire

of rage could be spotted clearly in his deep eyes through the spaces between the hair.

Seeing that, Verena's heart almost popped out her throat and she breathed rapidly. Though she was

somewhat alarmed, she never regretted what she just did.

Yes, she did take the initiative to send herself to him. But she would not suffer such abuse by him!

Slowly turning her head around, she was caught by another hard stare of Lemuel, "Remember, you

called for this!"

Then he suddenly stooped and kissed her. Poor Verena was still trying to get the foothold of the

situation.

"No!" with Verena's harsh heartbeats, she hit Lemuel's chest with all her might. Scratches were left by

her pointy fingernails.