Wendy was stunned.
Seeing the angry gradually emerged in his eyes, she felt a little timid and clenched her fists, but there was a force in her chest. She repeated, "Let's end the trade between us."
"Grandma has left the hospital. I don't want to continue this relationship..."
When Charlie turned around, his back was against the window and the setting sun. He kept silent.
He took out a cigarette and lit it. The white smoke scattered from his nose and lips. He was not as furious as she imagined. He kept staring at her until the cigarette burned to end.
The muscles of his naked upper body were tightened. He was silent but ready to say a thing.
Charlie stubbed out the cigarette, threw it into the trash can, twitched his lips, and said, "Wendy, are you going to leave me after taking advantage of me?"
His voice was surprisingly calm, but there was a hint of gloom in his eyes.
Wendy knew that he was angry.
"During this period of time..." She swallowed, making her voice sound clam, "We've taken what we needed. If we end, I hope we can have nothing to do with each other in the future."
Only a few simple sentences were enough to make her palms sweaty.
But if they continued their relationship like that, she would look down on herself.
"Are you sure?" Charlie narrowed his eyes.
"Yes..." Wendy nodded.
"Bang!"
The basin on the stool was kicked to the ground by him.
The water inside spilled all over the floor, and some splashed on Wendy's shoes. Her shoes were getting wet, but she dared not to move.
Charlie sneered and said with great gloom in his eyes, "Ha, Wendy, do you think you can end the relationship as you want?"
"Don't..."
Wendy shouted in panic, and then she was dragged over by him.
She was pressed on the bed with a bang. She struggled to sit up, but he kissed her deeply.
The kiss, mixed with his anger, was overwhelming.
Charlie treated her violently. In the blink of an eye, the sweater on her body was torn open. She even heard the sound of cracking, and the gloom in his eyes made her break into a cold sweat.
Wendy struggled to resist him but in vain.
She could only look up at the ceiling and her eyes gradually lost focus. Then, she said indifferently, "I don't want it, Charlie. You are forcing me to do this..." Charlie's hand moved to her waist and unzipped her jeans.
Suddenly, he touched something and stopped.
Being dominated by anger, Charlie almost forgot that she was in her period...
He raised his deep eyes and then held his breath.
Wendy was lying there like a sheep waiting to be slaughtered. She didn't struggle or shout, but tears were dropping down from the corners of her eyes.
Charlie reached out his hand to touch her tears. He felt that his fingers were pricked by something.
In fact, he was proud and disdained to force a woman.
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