Chapter 269 Rejected


    When she entered the bedroom, Horace was already lying on the bed with his eyes fixed on the files at


    hand. He didn''t notice ra.


    As she saw Horace didn''t notice her presence, ra wanted to go away right now. But after a while of


    hesitation, she still forced herself to ask, "Do you want a cup of water, Horace?"


    "Thank you," replied Horace, who didn''t look up.


    ra took a deep breath and walked to the water dispenser in the bedroom. She had a glimpse at


    Horace, who was still looking at his files, and turned around to ask, "Hot water or cold water?"


    Horace frowned. He always drank warm water and ra must have known it as she had been living


    with him for a long time. She hadn''t asked him such a question before.


    With that thought in mind, Horace finally looked up at ra.


    Horace looked a bit stunned as he saw ra. Then fire soon rose in his eyes.


    "Warm water," Horace finally said after a while of staring at her in silence. His voice, hoarse and low,


    sounded quite enchanting. ra felt her as if skin were burning as she heard his voice.


    "I know," ra said with her voice trembling, and then walked back to Horace with a cup of warm water


    in hand.


    The nightwear fit well on ra''s body. Her hourss figure was shown clearly through it and her two


    white legs were just hidden under the thinyer of silk. As ra approached him, Horace began to


    sweat and his mouth felt dry.


    "Here," ra handed Horace the cup and looked away to avoid Horace''s eyesight.


    Horace didn''t take the cup but stared at ra with his burning eyes.


    ra felt quite nervous while Horace was fixing his eyes on her. ra put the cup on a nearby table


    and swallowed silva. But her move made her all the more charming and Horace couldn''t help but held


    her in arms and pressed her down on the bed and kissed her.


    What he saw and what his hand felt made Horace lost the control of his body. He acted quite


    impatiently.


    ra also hugged him tightly with her hand stroking his back up and down. She was quite happy that


    her guess seemed to be wrong.


    She hugged the man she loved so much more tightly.


    Horace looked up at ra and several strings of wet hair were on his eyelids and that made him look


    quite wild and dangerous.


    "Horace…" ra called his name as his look really charming in her eyes. Horace kissed her cheeks,


    her mouth, her jaw, then her neck, leaving a mark after another on it.


    Suddenly, Horace caught sight of a scar below her corbone. And he stopped instantly.


    Though she had recovered, there were still a few scars left on her body. Those scars again reminded


    Horace of how ra''s clothes were torn apart by the four men.


    As he was not possessed by his desire anymore, Horace felt freezing and he felt he could still hear


    ra''s cry, "Save me, Horace! Help, Horace, help…"


    ra noticed his anxious expression and the coldness in his eyes and asked, "What happened,


    Horace?"


    Horace was finally brought back to the real world by her words. He looked down at ra, whose body


    was red and whose eyes looked really enchanting, and he didn''t want to go on.


    Horace felt quite guilt and then held ra in his arms. He covered her with quilt and patted her back,


    "We may sleep right now. I''m too tired today."


    Why? ra knew Horace wanted to have sex with her. Now Horace had already closed his eyes. ra


    wanted to ask him why he stopped. But it was indeed an embarrassing question.


    She pressed her head on Horace''s chest and tears began to well up in her eyes. Why was Horace still


    reluctant to ept her invitation?


    A man might refuse a woman''s invitation because of manner. But why would a husband refuse to touch


    his wife?


    Maybe it was because he was really exhausted these days. ra soon heard Horace''s stable breath.


    She got out of Horace''s arms gently and turned around to let her tears trickle down her cheeks.


    She told herself that Horace still loved her. He wasn''t like other men. Maybe he was really tired. But


    ra couldn''t convince herself. She bit her lower lip and tears soon made her pillow wet.


    She couldn''t fall asleep and got up as the sun rose. After brushing her teeth and washing her face,


    ra patted her face to make herself look better.


    When she got back to the bedroom, Horace was still sleeping. ra refrained herself from crying and


    went downstairs into the kitchen.


    After all, Horace had to go to work today. ra still wanted to prepare breakfast for him.


    When Horace woke up, he found ra wasn''t on the bed. With what happenedst night in mind,


    Horace felt a bit heartache.


    He also knew what he did might make ra feel quite sad. In fact, he knew what ra wanted these


    days and he knew why she would wear the sexy nightwearst night.


    But the video Sean gave him really upset him. He tried to forgot what he saw in that video but he failed.


    After a while he finally calmed down and got into the bathroom.


    When Horace got downstairs, he found ra had already put the dishes on the table.


    "Morning," ra greeted him in a cold voice as she saw Horace.


    Horace nodded as he saw ra turned away and continued to work.


    "Here is your breakfast."


    ra brought him his fork and knife and sat down. Horace also sat down in silently.


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    They both couldn''t forget what happenedst night. Silence and awkwardness reigned the whole room.