Chapter 11


    As Wayne watched, his heart felt like it had been shed by a knife. She had never resisted or been


    so afraid of getting intimate with him, except for the very beginning.


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    The longer Wayne stared into Rosalynn’s eyes, the more she appeared unfamiliar to him. It was as if


    the deep connection and affection they had built over the past five years had been nothing but a


    figment of his imagination,


    Why? By what justification?


    Wayne’s anger surged within him, and he forcefully seized Rosalynn’s chin, his expression contorted


    into a sneer. “Rosalynn, you haven’t been acting like this in recent days. ying the role of the weak


    and vulnerable now, do you truly believe it will sway me?”


    With a ripping sound, her dress was torn apart. Rosalynn’s slender legs were exposed to the air.


    “Wayne!”


    Rosalynn screamed and curled up her legs, trying to knee Wayne away, but her strength was no match


    for him. Her legs were once again pinned down.


    Wayne prevented her from evading him and firmly grasped one side of her face, initiating another kiss.


    Rosalynn retaliated by biting him, resulting in the taste of blood mingling between their lips. Despite


    this, Wayne disyed no intention of ceasing their intimate encounter.


    In Rosalynn’s line of sight, she could see Ashley standing there in disbelief and


    resentment.


    The intense humiliation enveloped her. She had always thought she knew Wayne well enough, but


    right now, she realized she knew nothing about his true nature.


    Rosalynn’s heartache and frustration were so intense that if shame and anger had the power to take a


    life, she would have perished countless times over.


    Uncontroble tears streamed down her cheeks, a manifestation of her overwhelming emotions. It felt


    as though all hope was lost.


    However, just when Rosalynn was on the verge of despair, Wayne abruptly halted. He released her


    lips, tilting his head slightly upward, his eyes gleaming with icy fury and an impending storm.


    The palm of his hand, which rested against Rosalynn’s dampened cheeks, absorbed the touch of her


    tears. He gazed at her, his lips stained with blood, witnessing her trembling shoulders and red nose.


    And in that moment, he beheld her tears. Genuine tears of heartbreak and desperation.


    It felt like Wayne’s soul had been struck hard by something, his anger and jealousy slowly melting away


    from his uncontroble emotions.


    After a while, he stood up from the sofa.


    “Get lost!”


    “Get the hell out of here!”


    Coming to her senses, Rosalynn hurriedly got up and stumbled out of the room like she was running for


    her life. As she left 1899, she wisely shut the door behind her.


    In her haste, she forcefully mmed the door shut, creating a resounding bang that reverberated


    through the room.


    Now alone in the space, Ashley’s face had turned pale, contrasting with Wayne’s usual elegance and


    meticulous appearance.


    He stood there with a disheveled shirt and exposed chest. Despite being furious that Wayne had nearly


    engaged with another woman right in front of her, Ashley couldn’t help but feel a certain way…


    “Wayne, it’s Rosalynn who doesn’t know what’s good for her, don’t be upset…” Ashley slowly moved


    closer, her delicate hand reaching towards his chest.


    “You’re so great, and if others don’t appreciate you, Ashley does. Everything you want, as long as I can


    give it, I will…”


    Just as she was about to touch Wayne’s chest, he turned away, avoiding her outstretched hand and


    walked straight to the bathroom.


    “I’m not in the mood. Go back to your room.”


    Seeing this, Ashley’s hand froze in ce.


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    What did that mean?


    As a woman, she believed she was prettier than Rosalynn, and even had a better figure. But Wayne


    had no interest in her at all?