In the next second, Sean just stood up and glanced at them.
"You guys can eat. I have something else to do."
Melissa looked at his back as he went upstairs and felt disheartened.
Disappointment was written all over her face because she cooked this meal with all her heart.
Tate called her over.
"Melissa, come and eat with us. Don't be a stranger."
Melissa forced a smile and walked over.
"Maybe Mr. Moore isn't used to my cooking. I have to improve myself." Lex smiled and said, "No need! The boss has always been very picky. Unless his meals are made by special chefs, he won’t eat them.”
Melissa's face changed slightly, and she smiled embarrassedly.
"Really?”
Upstairs.
Yvette squatted in the corner and looked like she had lost her mind. She looked so wretched and listless.
She trembled when Sean pushed open the door and came in, but she did not say a word.
Sean raised his eyebrows, walked over, took out a sharp knife at his waist, and cut off the rope at her feet.
Yvette looked at him in surprise and vigilance.
"What do you want to do?”
When their eyes met, Sean lowered his head and pointed in the direction of the bathroom.
“Go take a shower and change your clothes. I don't want you to stink up the room, then I'll have to trouble Melissa to come in and clean up after you."
Yvette gritted her teeth, stared at him deadly for a second, and stood up against the wall.
She had not eaten for a day, so she felt dizzy when she stood up.
A hand next to her held her arm so tightly that it could break her wrist.
Yvette felt the pain and winced.
Sean immediately let go of her and sneered.
"After all this time, you're still so squeamish."
Yvette glared at him and walked toward the bathroom with disgust and anger.
Sean’s eyes sank.
When Yvette closed the door, a hand suddenly blocked her way.
"What else do you want?"
Sean had a lustful smile on his face as he said, "I'll help you wash up."
"No need."
"It's not that I haven't helped you wash up before. I want to help refresh your memory of our past."
After that, Sean carried Yvette and placed her on top of the sink. A forceful kiss soon
followed.
Sean was aggressive. He was more reckless and impatient than he was back then.
However, the more saddening change was that there was no longer any warmth in his eyes. Instead, his eyes were so dark and deep that she could not read him.
Even when he was at a high, his eyes were always like those of a poisonous snake. It was as if he could kill someone anytime, anywhere.
It was useless no matter how much Yvette cried or struggled.
The more she struggled, the rougher he was.
He did not care for her enjoyment at all.
Back then, they had sex because they were emotionally attached, so they both enjoyed it.
Now, they were just torturing each other.
After multiple times and hours, Yvette was in a trance. Her voice was hoarse, and her whole body was sore as if someone had peeled off her skin.
She seemed to feel that Sean helped her take a bath and put her on the bed.
He did not leave and lay beside her.
When she was about to fall asleep, she heard his gruff voice lingering in her ears.
"Is he better than me? How can you actually fall in love with him, Yvette? But now, you're finally back at my side."
It was a night without dreams.
Yvette finally had a good sleep after the huge shock and panic.
She slept soundly that night because she was exhausted.
The man next to her had been looking at her for a long time.
The emotions in his eyes fluctuated.
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