Sarah stood up and watched the woman go. She clenched her fist before she went into the messy room. She still had her head lowered and kept silent.
Charles looked at her, smiling, "Come here and dress me!"
She clenched her fist again and then walked over to him. She told herself to focus only on his clothes so that she couldn't see anything that would hurt her. However, when buttoning up his clothes, she was able to see red marks under his shirt and the woman's lipstick. She couldn't keep herself from crying.
He lifted her chin and squinted, "What's wrong? Why are you so sad?"
She gritted her teeth and turned her head away from him. Charles sneered at her, provocatively, "Don't you allow me to touch you? Why do you look like you're in such pain when I make love to other women?"
She didn't say anything but answered in her mind: "I love you, but I don't want to be your mistress. I just want real love. If you can do that, I can give you everything including my body. Why do you want my body just like you want other women? Why do you sully my love?"
Charles, however, could not read her thoughts and continued to stare at her, "Or are you jealous? In fact, had you imagined replacing that woman so you could lie underneath me?"
"No!" She finally turned to look at him in the face.
ause you have never felt that! You love me. Haven't you ever th
ised her hand a
. Sarah stared back at him with her eyes full of tears. She didn't understand why h
e. Noticing her hard expression, Charles squinted at her, with a sense of danger in his eyes
what are you trying to d
even more force. Her jacket was torn off along with her suit dress, both of which were no longer wearable. Despite her struggles,
quickly took this chance to escape. When she had almost crawled to the end of the bed, she was grabbed by Ch
Sarah cried out, "Let me go, Charles,
t skin. His half-naked body was undeniably sexy a
!" He looked over her whole body greedily. Suddenly, he smiled, "Well, I can imagine how beautiful your body is. Except for bei
t ashamed, uncomfortable with how he objectified her. Still, she struggled, "Let me go. You
ast? If you scold me as a bastard after this, then w