Chapter 677


    Chapter 677 Why Are You So Cruel


    Jack''s speech was eloquent and concise, leaving Genevieve unable to refute.


    Genevieve, who was forced to look at him, stared at his pair of scornful-looking eyes. “I tried to love you, but only to realize all I get is fear


    while being with you. You''re like the chopper suspended midair above my head—you can fall any time, and that fact alone makes me tense


    and anxious.”


    She shrugged herself free from the man''s grip and articted each word clearly. “Jack, you don''t actually love me either. It''s because you were


    lonely, and coincidentally, I appeared in your life. That''s why you took me as your salvation.”


    Jackughed all of a sudden. “So you reached your hand out to me simply because you were sympathizing with me?”


    “Yes,” Genevieve admitted. “Even if it was someone else, I''m sure they would help you out too, just like how I did.”


    Her words were like knives piercing through Jack''s heart, crushing his hopes to nothing.


    “How can you be so cruel toward me?” Squatting before Genevieve, the man''s sturdy and towering figure appeared extremely disheveled and


    pitiful at that very moment. “You gave me hope so that I would continue to live. I put in lots of effort to look for you and give you the entire


    world. H-How could you not want me?”


    I thought we met because we were fated to cross paths. She''s my everything. But how can she say she was merely taking pity on me?


    Jack looked at Genevieve with his reddened eyes. “You can love Armand, but why can''t you do the same to me? He has everything since he


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    was born, but I don''t have anything.”


    He had never had a warm and blissful family since he was a child, and neither had he experienced being loved. The only thing that remained


    vivid in his recollection was watching his mother being tormented and crying her eyes out.


    Now, he had found the one woman he truly loved. Sadly, instead of love, she only had fear toward him.


    Having known him for so many years, Genevieve had seen the duality to Jack—he could be gracious and warm at times, yet vicious and


    cunning at other times. Yet, that was the first time she saw how fragile and weak he could be. Even his voice was trembling as he spoke.


    Of course, Genevieve had felt the love and care he was showering her and the kids. He had an exceptional love for Amanda and would adore


    and pamper her like no other.


    However, if he hadn''t helped Sylvie, everything would not have happened.


    As much as she pitied Jack for having a miserable and lonely childhood, she hated him for taking Sylvie''s side. With her lips pursed, she


    remained silent, unable to put forth a single word tofort the man.


    Suddenly, Jack stood up and carried Genevieve up from the wheelchair.


    Caught off guard, she grabbed onto his sweater to prevent herself from falling off. Her body instantly tensed up when she saw Jack heading


    for the bedroom.


    “Jack, you promised me...”


    “Did I? I don''t remember.” Jack threw her on the bed before leaning closer and pinning her down. “I only remember we''re a couple. And


    you''ve yet to fulfill your promise.”


    With that said, he tugged off the bathrobe on Genevieve.


    She resisted with all her might—pushing him and hitting him.


    Nevertheless, those punches served no impact on Jack at all. Without much difficulty, he grabbed her hands, pulled out the bathrobe belt, and


    tied it around her wrists tightly.


    Then, he grasped her chin and crouched down to kiss her.


    Genevieve''s tightly sealed lips were pried open, and the man''s breath was all over her face, suffocating her. While in a daze, she recalled how


    she almost got raped.


    That was the kind of person Jack was—he would resort to extreme methods or even ruin something or someone if he couldn''t get what he


    wanted.


    That wasn''t love. Instead, it was merely his desire to possess an object or person.


    Pulling open Genevieve''s robe, Jack saw arge tattoo on her fair and unblemished skin, which extended from her left waist to below her


    chest.


    It was a majestic yet ferocious-looking ck dragon, with its fangs bared and its ws raised, almost as if it was about to grapple Genevieve''s


    heart.


    As it was too dimly lit in the study the other time, Jack did not see that she had that tattoo on her body and only spotted it at this point.


    When he took notice of the letters near the dragon''s tail, he narrowed his eyes.


    He pointed at those letters and shifted his gaze to Genevieve. “You''re so afraid of pain. You were bawling your eyes out when medicine was


    applied to your legs. But you could endure having such a tattoo on your body?”


    Jack mercilessly bit Genevieve''s lower lip to vent his fury and only let go when she began to bleed.