Chapter 244 Newlyweds


    “Vincent, couldn’t you give that back to my sister?” Le couldn’t help but plead again. She hoped for


    the best even though she knew that he wouldn’t agree to it.


    Vincent smiled faintly, he looked at Le and leered sharply at her. The smile then vanished from his


    face as if it wasn’t there from the start, “What thing? I don’t know what you are talking about.”


    “Vincent!” Macey growled.


    Vincent looked at Macey, “Oh god, Macey. Why are you crying? Le and I would be sad seeing you


    like that.”


    Macey felt like a bone was stuck in her throat and she found it hard to breathe, her body trembled as


    she grunted in a low voice, “Vincent, I beg you…”


    “Beg me for what? I have not eaten yet and have no time for you. Also, Le and I are newlyweds,


    please stop bothering us and let us enjoy our time together!” he snorted as he paraded slowly towards


    Le. He reached out his hand and held her by the shoulder. He pulled her and made her walked into


    the house together with him.


    Le’s face was as pale as a sheet when Vincent pulled her into his arm. She went along with him into


    the house and her body was as stiff as a rod. Every step she took was unbelievably agonizing and her


    heart was filled with despair.


    “Vincent, when will you forgive me?” yelled Macey hysterically.


    “Depends on my mood!”


    “Vincent, why are you being so ruthless?” whispered Le so that no one else could hear her.


    He paused and nced at Le who was standing next to him. He then turned around briefly and


    looked at Macey who was still screaming hysterically. He frowned deeply and the expression on his


    eyes was wintry, but there was a smirk on his face.


    Le froze up, his expression sent shivers down her spine.


    “It’s my fault! Vincent, it’s all my fault. I shouldn’t have betrayed you, that incident shouldn’t have


    happened. Please forgive me, please let me free!” Macey’s voice turned softer as she begged him.


    “She’s begging me, Le.”


    Le gulped and was speechless. She didn’t reply.


    “What should I do? I’m tired of waiting for her to leave!” said Vincent as he smiled handsomely, “I want


    to do you right now!”


    “You!” Le was taken aback.


    He smiled brightly and inched his handsome face closer to her. Le froze up subconsciously.


    Wait, what? Was he nning to do something like that in front of her sister? “No…”


    She couldn’t finish her sentence as Vincent swallowed her words.


    “You guys, you guys…” Macey was shocked seeing them kissing, her face nched, “Le, you’re


    shameless!”


    Because from her point of view, Le was whispering something to Vincent the whole time.


    “No, stop…” Le tried to resist. Her sister misunderstood her, and she got worried!


    But Vincent wasn’t letting her go. He kissed her aggressively on the lips and slipped his hand under her


    shirt. The suit that was hanging on her shoulder fell to the ground. As the suit fell off her shoulder,


    Le’s uncovered upper body was exposed.


    “Bastards!” Macey’s eyes were blood-shot. She stomped her foot and went back into her car.


    No!


    Le was frightened. She couldn’t let Vincent provoke her sister like this anymore. She struggled hard


    but he tightened his grip.


    The car started, but Vincent was still deepening his kiss. He didn’t care about Le’s struggle. Her


    scent made him took a deep breath as if he wanted to ingrain this scent into his body.


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    Le clumsily bent over and picked up her clothes on the floor. Her eyes were wide open as she put on


    the clothes. She bit her red lips and she looked dejected and angry, “Why did you do that? Why are you


    trying to make her sad?”


    Vincent gazed at her without blinking with his keen eyes as if he was trying to read her mind by staring


    at her face.


    “Are you having fun shaming me and my sister?” Le just only realized that she had involved herself


    with a demon.


    Vincent’s gaze turned frigid. He turned around and strode into the house.


    “Stop it, okay?” Le followed him.


    When he got to the living room, he turned around slightly. He nced at her and said in a low voice,


    “I’m hungry, go make food!”


    Le was shocked. What did he just say?”


    Why did the topic jump so much?


    “Go now,” his voice sounded more threatening.


    He threatened her with hisrge stature and red at her. It was as if the wind rustled.


    The atmosphere in the room turned cold, it wasparable to the Siberian cold front crossing.


    “Didn’t you hear me?” he questioned her sternly and his eyes were vicious.


    “Erm…” Le pursed her lips as if she was trying to hide something.


    He leered at her from above seeing that she wasn’t moving. It was oppressing. From his perspective,


    Le looked even smaller. She looked tiny and fragile.


    Le tensed up. She gritted her teeth and pursed her lips. She then finally turned around and went into


    the kitchen. She was thinking about drugging him. If only she had a bottle of poison with her!


    But as she walked into the kitchen, she turned around and looked at him. She had aplicated look


    on her face, “What do you want to eat?”


    “Whatever!” answered Vincent in a low voice. He lighted a cigarette and started smoking.


    There were some ingredients in the fridge that was in the kitchen on the first floor. Le took out some


    frozen meat and fresh vegetable. She defrosted the meat in the microwave and washed the


    vegetables. There were lettuces, brinjals and tomatoes.


    She put on the apron that was hanging on the wall and cooked some rice. She then took a chef knife


    and cut the meat into slices. She also cut some garlic, spring onions and gingers. She then took out


    some eggs and turned on the kitchen hood. She turned on the gas stove and started cooking.


    Vincent looked behind him and was staring at Le who was working in the kitchen through the ss.


    She was familiar with what she was doing, and she looked like a skilled housewife.


    Not long after, two dishes were ready, and she also made some soup. It looked wonderful and


    appetizing.


    She took off the apron and brought the dishes to the table. Vincent turned around and lighted another


    cigarette.


    After she set the table, Le looked up and looked around for Vincent. He was standing in front of the


    French window and his side profile made his jawline looked more refined. Even though they were in a


    large house, all they could hear were each other’s soft breathing noises and his on and off cigarette


    puffing.


    For some reason, Le thought that he looked lonely.


    Maybe he was still in love with her sister!


    Vincent and Macey were a match made in heaven, but…


    As thoughts were running through Le’s head, Vincent turned around elegantly. He looked at her


    sharply and had an odd expression on his face. She shivered as he looked extremely dangerous.


    “The food is ready!” said Le as she tried to break the silence.


    Vincent walked over leisurely with the cigarette between his fingers. As he approached her, Le


    suddenly felt nervous. Her face turned pale and she stood there nkly without saying a word.


    Vincent looked at Le who was scared and stiff and heughed, “Let’s eat!”


    Le let out a sigh of relief. As he sat down, she suddenly blurted, “You haven’t washed your hands!”


    The moment those words got out of her mouth, she wanted to bite her tongue off. It was that kind of


    situation and that was what she cared about? It was so embarrassing!


    Vincent squinted and stared at her, he thenughed. Le’s face turned even redder.


    Le didn’t think that he would listen to her and go wash his hands. She was a bit dumbfounded. When


    he came back, she was still standing there with a nk look on her face.


    “Towel!” said Vincent.


    “Oh!” Le quickly went and grabbed a towel and passed it to him.


    Vincent stared at her tiny hands as he was going to grab the towel. Just when Le was about to pull


    her hands back, he reached out hisrge hand and grabbed her hand that was holding the towel.


    “Ah!” Le quickly retracted her hand, her heart was beating faster.


    “Are you feeling shy?” said Vincent as heughed. He was getting excited seeing her reaction and he


    grabbed her hand harder with his heated palm.


    “Le, you better remember that you are Mrs. White right now. If I ever hear you say something to help


    Macey again, I’ll make sure that you end up in a worse situation than her! Also, I haven’tpletely


    forgiven you as well!”


    She knew that he cared for her sister. She knew that he cared a lot. Because everything he was doing


    right now had to do with taking revenge on her sister.


    Sheughed self-depreciatingly. Everything was in his control from the start. No matter what she


    couldn’t get out of his grasp. Le nodded and said, “I understand!”


    He let go of her hand and sat down. He then looked at the dishes on the dining table.


    They looked at the food on the table at the same time, “It looks good!”


    Le noticed that Vincent was shocked about it. But well, she wasn’t born into a rich family. Unlike him,


    she was a peasant and had to learn how to cook from a very young age.


    She lowered her head as she sat down anddled Vincent some soup.


    It was agonizing, eating at the table in therge dining room in the mansion. They were husband and


    wife, but it also felt like they were also strangers.


    “Not bad!” said Vincent as he nibbled some food. He felt nostalgic as he hadn’t had home-cooked food


    like this in a long time.


    “Thank you!” Le thought about cooking more often for him after hearing him praising her. She looked


    up hesitantly and nced at Vincent, but she couldn’t say anything. Her words were stuck in her throat.


    Vincent then drank some soup and looked at Le. She tensed up like at tightened guitar string and her


    breathing hastened as if she was subconsciously worried that he wouldn’t like the soup. But after taking


    a sip and tasting it, he smiled brightly and warmly. It was a genuine smile.


    The taste of the soup pleasured his tastebuds, he was surprised and said, “I didn’t know that you can


    cook so well!”


    Le was stunned at him praising her in his low tone of voice. She smiled with her eyes and said


    humbly, “I had to cook when my mom goes to work back then…”


    “Do you not hate your father?” asked Vincent after hearing her. He looked up and stared at her, “He


    made you guys suffer for so many years!”


    Le was taken aback, the twinkle in herrge eyes dimmed, “If mom doesn’t hate him, then I don’t


    either!”


    Vincent thought that it was unbelievable. His eyes dimmed. But as he looked up again his eyes were


    filled with warmth, as if it was an illusion, “So if your mom hates him, you will hate him too?”


    “I don’t know!” It wasn’t something that Le had put much thought into before.