Chapter 32 His Story
I sneered regardless of his irritation, “So do you think Olivia behaves with manners? Ady like her who
actually hooks up with a married guy? Dennis, that’s the way you define what manners is?”
“ra!” he suddenly tightened his grip on my hand. Veins could be seen on his forehead as he
stressed out every single word, “You should pray for the fact that I never hitdy.”
Gritting to stand the great pain on my wrist, I sneered still while looking at him, “Mr. George, thank you
for your gentleness! Could you please let go of me? Your grip on my wrist hurt the same just like you hit
me.”
The veins on his forehead began to twitch because of anger. But luckily, he shook off my hand and
huffed violently, “You have no right to judge her! Never!”
He turned around, looking chilling and repellent.
I had no right to judge her? My grievance and anger seemed to be about to explode because of that. I
walked over to grab his arm and smiled wryly, “Yes, I have no right to judge her because I could never
overtake her when ites to hypocrisy. Nor have I been the same disgusting and scheming just like
both of you! You really disgust me.”
After that, I returned back to the restaurant while ignoring his angry face. Both Olivia and Marcus were
still on the same seats.
When Olivia saw me return, she wore a pretentious smile again, “Miss Kennedy…”
I cast a cold glimpse at her, lifted all the dishes on table and poured them all over on her head.
Before she could react, I snapped, “Olivia, I have no idea why you love to loot everything away from
others and set me up. Nor do I understand why you love to be pretentious and y the victim only to
get sympathy from others. Let me warn you, the retribution will soone to you if you continue.”
“Since you love married guy, I will do as you wish. Honestly speaking, I do love Dennis before. But a
guy like him with a wandering eye really disgusts me. I felt like puking! So please stay with him a little
longer in case he disgusts me again!”
“ra!” a furious voice sounded from the gate.
But I didn’t turn around to look at him. I didn’t care how horribly his anger was now burning. At lease I
felt at ease whenpared with their hypocritical look.
After that, I turned around to stride out of the restaurant. However, when I passed by beside Dennis, he
grabbed my wrist hard. It rendered me irritated so I bit him.
I assumed he would let go of his grip out of pain. However, he carried me in his arms and stuffed me
into the car. Then he drove away.
The car galloped so fast that I felt like retching.
Luckily, it soon stopped. Before I could sigh a breath of relief, I was lifted up and he took me into the
vi.
Dennis was so pissed that he rushed into the bedroom.
“Dennis, let go of me! You disgusting beast!” I cursed out of panic.
He sneered and strangled me to chill me down. His horrible and violent gaze settled on me, “I am a
beast? You think that I like to y the field? And I have disgusted you?”
He strangled harder and his eyes seemed to zoom in. His voice sounded dreadful, “ra, you do
surprise me!”
He strangled so hard that I felt like suffocated. I kept kicking him hard. I would never give in even
though I was gagged. I would rather fight till I ran out of myst breath than simply surrender.
Our eyes engaged in a battle.
After quite a while, I felt like being overwhelmed with sudden dizziness. Not until then did I realize that
he was going to strangle me to death!
Soon, he let go of my neck. As soon as he freed me, he bent over to gag my mouth with a kiss.
I couldn’t even nudge a bit while my chest kept heaving out of anger, “Dennis, that’s what you got? You
could do nothing but to bullydies?”
He sneered and his eyes shone bloodthirsty aura.
I was rendered panic and looked into his cruel eyes. I stammered out of fear, “Dennis…you can’t do
that to me!”
With his hands supporting on both my sides, he settled a kiss on me.
I frowned out of pain and struggled, “Dennis, you will pay the price!”
He only paused for seconds and continued with hoarse voice, “Stay still. I will be gentle to you.”
You bastard!
My sanity copsed all of a sudden. The sense of grievance piled up exploded instantly.
Tears streamed down my face out of control. It all started with sobs and then grew into blubber
regardless of his feelings.
He had to stop tofort me with his deep voice. However, the more he talked, the louder I cried.
He failed to cease my tears no matter he coaxed or threatened loud. So he had to hug me tight to
I could do nothing to stop my tears and so did he. He could only hug me and hear me cry.
After ages of crying, both my voice and tears had run out. So I returned to be quiet.
“That’s enough for you?” he asked with deep voice again.
I remained mute. My eyes hurt so much that I couldn’t make it wide open. I kept silent and ignored him.
“I sent my grandpa to the border of the southwest to meet hisrade. But we ran into a group of
ouws on our way.” He suddenly uttered while hugging me. His voice was mixed with distress and
sadness that I had never seen from him before.
I remained silent still as I had no idea what he was going to tell me. Leaning in his hug, I heard him
continue, “The border had been in poverty and in great need for material supply. What’s worse, those
neighboring countries were still in a war. Those ouws broke into the house of my grandpa’srade.
They threatened us that we should help them sneak into our country. It was an emergency. Those with
no passports were all excluded. My grandpa, as a soldier with pride to defend the country for decades,
would never attempt to break the rules. So he insisted that he would rather die than give in. As ouws
as they had been, they decided to kill us when seeing the resolve of my grandpa. But then hisrade
sacrificed himself so as to protect both of us.”