Maxwell''s lips pressed into a thin line, veins popping on his forehead as he almost snarled her
name, "Rosemary!"
Rosemary froze, meeting his fierce gaze with a lurch in her heart.
"Chill out, why the aggression?"
He gritted his teeth, "You''re asking for it."
No one spoke for the rest of the journey, the tension in the car so thick it could be cut with a knife,
scaring Jason to the point he didn''t dare to press the gas pedal too hard.
Rosemary leaned against the door, staring nkly at the night scenery whizzing by. The car finally
stopped in the garden of Meadork Retreat, and Rosemary, looking at the familiar off-white vi in
front of her, lethargically pushed the car door open and stepped out.
This was her and Maxwell''s marital home, but also a cage that had imprisoned her for three years.
She had tried and hoped to be a loving couple with him, but now, she was so disheartened that she
just wanted a divorce.
Taxis were a no-show in this ritzy part of town, she had been drinking and couldn’t drive, and Jason
wouldn''t take orders from her to drive her back.
After weighing her options, it seemed like crashing here was the only one for tonight. At leastter
on, Maxwell would probably go see Victoria, and she could pretend she was just staying at a hotel.
Rosemary staggered inside, and as she bent over to change shoes, footsteps approached from
behind.
Maxwell stood there, watching the way her dress clung to her curves in that pose, sketching out a
different kind of sex appeal.
Today she wore an A-line skirt that revealed slender, eye-catching legs. Maxwell felt a surge of heat
in his chest, a fire that had been smoldering since her words in the car.
Over the years, he''d had no shortage of women throwing themselves at him, many more beautiful
and sensual than Rosemary, some even bold enough to strip naked in front of him, but he never felt
interested.
The fire now seemed toe more from anger than desire. Even if he didn''t like the woman, he
couldn''t stand the thought of herparing him to someone else.
He fought to control the rage bubbling inside him, resisting the urge to drag her upstairs forcefully.
Oblivious to the danger, Rosemary finished changing her shoes and half-closed her eyes as she
headed to the living room.
She didn''t go up to her room, nning to rough it on the couch for the night. She had picked out this
sofa herself, wide andfy. She knew exactly where to find a light nket on the shelf below and
lay down, covering herself.
Maxwell strode over, looking down at her on the couch, "Get up."
Rosemary turned over and buried her face in the cushion, toozy to deal with him. His
expressionless face grew darker as he took off his watch and started unbuttoning his shirt, his gaze
never leaving Rosemary in the entire process, his lips spouting a maddening proposition, "Or would
you rather do it right here on the couch?"
Rosemary''s temples throbbed with shock at his sudden words! She turned, ring furiously at him.
How shameless could he be to say something like that so nonchntly!
But her eyes dropped to his well-defined chest and tight abs. His muscles weren''t exaggerated, just
a thinyer, like a sleek and powerful cheetah.
Rosemary snapped back to reality. He was actually undressing! Her voice rose, "Isn’t Victoria
dying? Shouldn’t you go see her instead of stripping here?"
Maxwell frowned, ignoring her, bending over with a low chuckle. He pinched her chin, forcing her
face toward his, "You seem to know a lot. So, have you seen it, or have you done it?" His eyes were
filled with an uncontroble ze, every word dripping with cutting sarcasm.
Rosemary had forgotten her words in the car, and rolled her eyes, "You''re nuts."
Before she could finish, Maxwell’s kiss descended like a storm, with a raw sense of possession, the
skin he kissed throbbing painfully, clearly not just a kiss.
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It was all too sudden! Rosemary''s tipsy brain was slow to react, and by the time she woke up to
what was happening, it was toote. The sound of fabric tearing rang out, her dress ripped open by
Maxwell.
Her eyes widened, she twisted and struggled, her voice almost a roar, "Maxwell, don''t touch me!
Get off me."
But her resistance was futile against the man whose eyshes half-closed, hiding the turbulence in
his eyes but not the sternness in his face.
Women were naturally weaker in strength, especially when the man showed no mercy. Curled up
beneath him, she couldn''t break free.
Realizing the more she struggled, the more he wanted to dominate, Rosemary bit her lip and forced
herself to calm down.
When Maxwell moved in for another kiss, she turned her head away from his lips, her voice cold, "2
million for one time, deducted from those 300 million."
Suddenly, his lips halted just inches from hers. The mes in Maxwell''s heart were instantly
extinguished, reced by disdain and contempt, "2 million? There are women with that price tag,
but they''re the ones with skills and know-how. Rosemary, what makes you think you''re worth that
much for a night?"
Rosemary harshly wiped her lips with the back of her hand, blood smearing whether from being
rubbed raw or bitten by Maxwell.
"Fancy yourself, with your lousy skills, not being a man and forcing yourself on a woman, medical
bills,pensation for emotional distress." She angrily continued, thrusting her bloody hand in front
of him, "Rabies vination fee, 2 million is already a discounted price for being married!"
With each usation, Maxwell''s face grew darker. His brooding gaze fixed on her, as though he
wished he could tear her apart.