This time, Simon did not even change his shoes. While carrying Emily on his shoulders, he strode across the floor in leather shoes and went straight to the bedroom inside.
His leather shoes fell heavily on the floor, making a series of dull sounds. Then, Simon kicked the door open. It violently hit against the floor knob, making a loud, trembling noise. Before Emily could scream, he had already thrown her onto the big bed.
He had exerted great strength, so she sank deep into the mattress, feeling a little weightless.
Emily tried to sit up, but Simon did not give her a chance — he threw himself upon her, pinning her down by his athletic body while lifting her hands high above her head.
Emily, lying on the bed helplessly, was like a lamb to the slaughter. Seeing her like this, Simon gave her an idle but dangerous smile. Then, he said fiercely with anger, "Emily, I have to punish you!"
"No!"
Emily struggled to let out a cry, shaking her head.
However, Simon sealed her lips with his delicate ones, and Emily's mouth was suddenly filled with the smell of cigarettes.
As Simon tasted the smell of his blood, he finally let go of her. In a trembling voice, Emily said, "Simon, we're going to get divorced soon and will no longer be a couple, so you can't touch me again!"
"Oh, is that so?" Simon smiled evilly, pressing his wounded tongue against one side of his face. It looked as if his face was uncomfortably swelling up. Then, he grabbed her two hands and said while breathing heavily, "We'll talk about the divorce after having some wonderful sex!"
With a determined effort, he kissed her hard as if he wanted to swallow her alive.
When she was with him, Emily would always ask for a divorce, which irritated Simon. It seemed that he wanted to shut her up by kissing!
Simon tore off her collar, but before throwing her clothes onto the floor, he froze there all of a sudden. From her eyes, some salty tears fell onto his palm and dripped down through his fingers. He raised his peach blossom eyes a little and saw her red eyes full of tears-she was staring at him, stubbornly and angrily.
Under her glare, somehow, he released her hands.
Simon climbed off her and stepped to the end of the bed with his hands clasped behind his back. After staring at her with a tense expression for some time, he paced back and forth near the window, a little anxiously. Then, he took out a cigarette and a lighter from his trouser pocket and lit it with a flapping sound.
When the smell of cigarette spread around, he looked at her through the smoke, thinking about the scene that she pulled Boyd's hand. As his wife, how could she act intimately with another man right before him? But now, she was very unwilling to stay a little bit closer to him. Even worse, she seemed to hate him...
Thinking of this, Simon said, clenching his teeth, "You're so eager to end the marriage with me, aren't you?"
When he got up from her, Emily supported herself up by her arms and found that he had torn off all the buttons on her chest. Thus, she could only tighten the neckband by her hand for the time being and looked at him through the smoke.
Out of the corner of her eye, she saw the divorce agreement which was placed by her on the bedside in the morning, and she felt very funny.
Who on earth was the one eager to get divorced?
However, by this time, Emily no longer had enough strength to argue with him. What she wanted was to end the marriage as quickly as possible. She did not want to continue to be tortured like this, nor did she want to end up in a sorry state.
"There is something that I haven't told you..."
After a brief pause, Emily finally made up her mind and said stiffly, "Boyd cheated on me because of some troubles that he's reluctant to mention. After Maeve framed him, she compelled him by threats and offers. He had no choice but to date with and even married Maeve in the end. He had told me in private to wait for him for three years, or four years, at most. Then, he promised to be with me after solving every problem... Now he's divorced!"
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