Nothing’s Gonna Change My Love for You

With a cold expression, Darcy anticipated his next moves. When he was about to touch her, she suddenly bit the man’s face without warning, grinding her teeth hard as if she wanted to tear his flesh away.

Never did he expected Darcy would resort to that crazy measure. The man was bitten and took a gasping breath of pain. But after he reacted, he immediately punched Darcy in the stomach.

“Bitch! How dare you bite me?!”

The man’s hands were too strong, making Darcy only felt that her throat was burning in fire. She felt that her blood seemed to be pouring up and the place where she was beaten was swollen and painful. Even if he didn’t have to look at her, he knew that she must be already blue.

However, Darcy still refused to obey. She bit her lip firmly, staring at the man in front of her and warned word by word. “If you are satisfied, please let me go quickly. Otherwise…”

Perhaps until this time, Darcy hadn’t realized how terrible a man who lost his mind is.

In her heart, the person in front of her was just a mischievous man who was bought by her money and he absolutely wouldn’t dare to do anything excessive to her. But the facts gave Darcy a resounding slap. In her unbelievable gaze, the man spits on the side, and the next second, he tore her clothes to pieces.

Her creamy complexion was exposed in vain, leaving no room for imagination. With his lustful gaze that seemed to torched her, Darcy’s whole body stiffened and even the blood inside her felt somewhat solidified.

“No… no, you can’t do this to me!” She began to beg for mercy as tears kept on falling in fear.

Only at this moment, the man had completely lost his reason, his eyes fell on that exposed skin and there was immoral greed in his eyes.

Darcy was startled by that look and struggled to back away with both hands and feet. The man didn’t seem to care, leaving Darcy to struggle to the death. She moved a little bit, escaping from the sofa by sight. But in the next second, her ankle was suddenly caught. Turning her head in horror, she met the man’s malicious gaze.

“Darcy, don’t worry. I will take good care of you.” Showing a wretched smile, he pulled her arm back, making her stagger in front of him.

Frightened, she shook her head out of control, no longer confidential, and the composure she had just now vanished. She kicked indiscriminately, crying as her voice mirrored grief. “No, don’t come over! If you dare to do this, I will never spare you!”

But no matter how hard she struggled, it was only in vain. The man had already torn off Darcy’s clothes and was even more turned on at her helpless state.

“Don’t worry, you will be very happy. I know that you’ll be satisfied after this.”

The man’s evil smile was like a demon from hell. As his pair of wretched hands slipped across Darcy’s skin, caressing it relentlessly that made the hair from her back stand up.

She began to tremble all over, afraid, and began to redirect her anger in Alena. Thinking that if she didn’t escape, she wouldn’t be in this situation now.

There is a huge disparity between the power of men and women, making her realized that she’s doomed. No matter how unwilling Darcy was, the man who was hovering on top of her didn’t stop in the slightest. Like a heinous devil, he destroyed all her sanity inch by inch.Material © NôvelDrama.Org.

O the other side, probably because of the gradual passing of the wine’s effect, Alena began to writhe in the car, sometimes talking to herself and sometimes pouting her mouth in dissatisfaction.

Even if her voice was soft and barely audible, Waylon, who was only one arm away from her, could still hear every word she said clearly. His face was as dark as the bottom of a pot because Alena said nothing else but curse him.

“Waylon, you bastard…”

“Bad guy, bad guy, you bastard!”

“You arrogant man and savage!”

The corners of his mouth twitched, making Waylon slammed on the brakes. Because of inertia, he leaned forward and squinted at the woman beside him.

Luckily, Alena was strapped to the chair by her seat belt. She didn’t notice the danger at all, oblivious to what she’s saying. Her small mouth was still ajar, continuing to rant about him from time to time. As they opened and closed, she blurted out series of complaints and dissatisfaction she felt from him.

Waylon almost laughed angrily. He decided to get out of the driver’s seat, detoured to Alena’s side, and hugged the person sideways.

Alena snorted dissatisfiedly, and the angry Waylon immediately slapped her buttocks. He carried the person on her shoulders simply and rudely and strode into the living room.

There are still many servants in the villa who were surprised at Alena’s unusual behavior and drunken state. Rhea looked at this scene and exclaimed in morbid. “Oh, my goodness…”

Waylon swept over with a cold eye and it immediately scared Rhea into silence, making her obediently retired. He kept walking while carrying Alena to the second floor. Arriving at the door of their room, he kicked it open and threw Alena who was still struggling, onto the soft bed.

After such a tossing, Alena became upset. In an instant, she opened her eyes in a daze and saw a figure walking towards her.

“What the hell?!”

She screamed out of reflex and stepped back two steps to a safe distance. Seeing her movements, Waylon’s face turned darker, and he pulled his tie speechlessly. Then, he looked up and drank a large glass of cold water before calming down.

“Say, who told you to go to the bar again?”

The alcohol in her body hadn’t completely dissipated yet. Alena’s mind was a little hazy and she didn’t fully understand Waylon’s question. She just tilted her head for a moment and then smiled silly.

With eyes twitching, Waylon couldn’t ask what she was doing like this. As he was about to turn around and leave, there was sudden retching behind him. He turned his head in horror and happened to see Alena lying on the head of the bed, probably because it was too uncomfortable. At the moment, her usually pale face reddened.

If anyone could see him right now, they would instantly become frozen because of Waylon’s eyes that reflect chill. Turning around, he carried her once again on his shoulders and threw her directly into the bathtub.

He hit the shower to the maximum and rushed directly at Alena.

Although she wasn’t fully sober, it was still uncomfortable for her body to be hit directly with cold water. Not to mention that since she’s now in a drunk state, her physical functions had dropped a lot. Shuddering, she became sober a bit and when she opened her eyes again, she was able to see the person in front of her.

What greeted her is Waylon’s cold face and the indifference in his eyes seemed to be able to freeze everything around him. Aghast, Alena recovered and immediately began to stop his actions. “What are you doing!”

Seeing that she was awake this time, Waylon said coldly. “Since you’re so drunk, I helped you sober up.”

Alena didn’t pay attention, got a big mouthful of water in her mouth, and hurriedly lay on the bathtub as she coughed.

Waylon stopped all his movements and threw the showerhead aside, making a crisp sound. In the silent night, to say that she was shocked is an understatement. Raising her eyes and looked over, just in time to see Waylon leaving behind.

Alena gritted her teeth, attacked by pain that made her heart throbbed. ‘Why does it happen every time?’