The Deserted Rich Beauty novel Chapter 2125

The soft light penetrated the quiet room.

The sunlight shone through the gap in the curtains, and the person beside Sean stirred.

Yvette's body was sore, not only from Sean’s torment but also from her injuries when she fell.

She fell into a deep sleep and blamed herself for not being vigilant.

The man beside her was awakened. His eyes were half-open, and he was a little annoyed with being disturbed.

Yvette glared at Sean and regretted that she did not strangle him while he was sleeping.

Her thoughts were so straightforward that they were almost written on her face.

Sean saw this and casually placed his hand on his forehead.

He sneered and said, "Did you regret not strangling me while I was sleeping?"

Yvette gritted her teeth. She changed her expression and made a mental note of this.

Sean nonchalantly pulled Yvette into his arms and started to feel around her body.

Yvette pushed him away in disgust. "Don't touch me!"

Sean was stunned. His eyes gradually became clearer.

He chuckled lightly. His voice was low and cold as he said, "I almost forgot. You’re worried about getting STDs. But it's too late for that, Ms. Quimbey. We’ve done it so many times without any protection, so you're now just as filthy as me."

After that, he pinned her down beneath him and looked at her coldly.

"Yvette, if you want to live comfortably here, you’d better not provoke me all the time. Otherwise..."

Yvette was not afraid of him and stared at him as if she was ready to fight him to the death.

"Otherwise what? Do you want to hit me again?”

That was how Yvette was. She would rather suffer herself than let others take advantage of her in vain.

Sean laughed. His eyes were dark, and he touched the face he slapped yesterday with one hand.

"I won't hit you again. If you hate that slap so much, you can hit me back. I'll give you this chance."

He took her hand to slap his face.

Yvette was not polite. She withdrew her hand and slapped him with all her strength.

That slap was very loud.

There was a momentary silence in the air.

Sean looked at her without speaking and held back his emotions.

Yvette felt a little guilty, but she hated him even more.

Yvette got up from him after she was done torturing him.

Sean chuckled lightly. The expression on his face softened slightly, and he touched his inner cheek with the tip of his tongue.

Needless to say, his cheek must be red.

This woman was really not afraid of death. She showed no mercy at all.

Sean squinted his eyes and took a deep breath.

"Are you satisfied now? I'll coax you only this once. You'd better hold back your temper next time. I won't do anything to you, but I won't be polite to Lance."

Hearing Lance's name, Yvette, who had the upper hand, was instantly suppressed.

Yvette turned to stare at him with indescribable pain in her eyes.

This was her reaction when Lance was mentioned.

Sean took a mental note.

He was upset, so he got up from the bed.

Yvette tilted her head and calmed herself down.

“Sean, you've already slept with me, hit me, and humiliated me enough. What do you want me to do to let me go?"

Sean paused while he put on his clothes.

He turned his head, looked at her calmly, and watched her silently before he reached out and pinched her face.

He looked a bit frivolous and indifferent.

“Yvette, I never told you before, but men like to subdue women with your character. Divorce him and stay with me, then I'll let him go."

This was a compromise to Sean.

He would let Lance go, but not Yvette.

Yvette's eyes gradually turned bloodshot.

'Divorce?'

"You don’t want to? Are you that reluctant to part with him?"

Sean looked at her playfully. "Are you reluctant to part with Lance or your identity as Mrs. Sheldon?"

Yvette's body was tense as she tried her best to restrain her emotions.

"You lunatic!"