Chapter 132


    Oh no, I got carried away and forgot about the person next to me.


    Feeling uncertain, I pulled the nket higher, trying to cover my face and wrap myself entirely.


    “Don’t suffocate yourself. It’s your turn now. How many bottles did you drink?” Colin pulled down the


    nket to reveal my head, his elegant and dignified face showing a hint of mischief.


    Not daring to refuse, I extended my hand from under the nket and made a two with my fingers.


    “Two bottles?” Colin gritted his teeth.


    I added another finger.


    “Three bottles?” Veins started to bulge on Colin’s temple.


    Unable to hide, I added another finger.


    “How many exactly?” There was a grinding sound as he clenched his jaw.


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    With no choice, I reluctantly opened my entire palm. “I only had five bottles, really. I’m not lying.”


    The veins on Colin’s temple had popped out. He grabbed my fingers with his left hand and gritted his


    teeth. “You sneaked off without a word and drank five bottles. Do you know what sort of ce that is?


    Did you think about the consequences?”


    I looked up at him and saw how gloomy his expression had be. It was really scary. What should I


    do?


    My mom always said that someone wouldn’t hit a smiling person. Yes, that was right. I should smile.


    Maybe Colin would forgive me.


    “Well, you know, since we dared to go there, we were somehow prepared, right? No matter what


    happened, you’de to rescue us, wouldn’t you?” I ttered him nervously, hoping he would let me


    off because of my trust in him.


    “What if I couldn’t get there in time? What would you do then? You acted against my wishes, you brat.


    If I don’t teach you a lesson this time, you’ll think you can get away with anything next time.”


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    Before I could respond, Colin had taken my nket off. Before I could react, he turned me face down


    on the bed.


    With his left hand pressing on my back, he raised his right hand. A smacking sound echoed


    in the ward.


    It wasn’t until I felt a stinging sensation on my butt that I realized I was being spanked at


    the age of 21.


    Blushing like a ripe tomato, a mix of shame and anger overwhelmed me. There was also a buzzing


    sound in my ears.


    “Let go of me! Even my dad never hit me. What right do you have to hit me?” I was furious and no


    longer cared if we were still in the hospital. I yelled and struggled with all my might.


    It was okay to hit me, but why my butt? He was not my dad.


    As I struggled on the bed, the pillow was pulled aside. A bottle of water on the bedside table fell to the


    floor. The sound startled Queenie and Julia, waking them up. The two of them looked at me heartlessly,


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    Despite my efforts, I couldn’t escape from Colin’s grasp. He pinned me down and spanked me around


    five or six times.


    Feeling utterly humiliated, I didn’t want to live anymore.


    Who could save me?


    No one cared.


    Embarrassed and angry with nowhere to turn to, I cried out, “Let go, Colin White! Who gave you the


    right to hit me? This is domestic violence. I’m calling the police.”


    Being spanked like this was so infuriatingly embarrassing that I felt like fainting.


    Colin, who had been angry, burst outughing at my words before spanking me again. “Do you know


    what domestic violence means? We’re not family, so it’s not domestic violence.”


    I ignored him, crying incessantly.


    Feeling utterly ashamed, I didn’t know what I could do besides cry. I didn’t know how to ease the


    awkward atmosphere or how to quell the mes of anger in Colin’s eyes.