Seeing the impatients on Cecilia’s face, Julian became even angrier. “Throw the charm away.”
“Why should (7” Corilia frowned, getting angry. If you have nothing important to say, I’m going to bed.”
She stood up to leave but was suddenly pulled back by Julian.
Cecilia felt a dizzying spin, and when she came to her senses, Julian had pinned her down on the sofa, holding her hands.
*Tulian, what are you doing? Let go of me!” Cecilia gritted her teeth, struggling fiercely, her face flushed with anger.
Julian’s face was stern as he looked down at Cecilia from above. “Are you going to throw it away?”
“No! Cecilia glared at him fiercely.
“You treasure something he gave you that much?” Julian’s voice was hoarse, filled with a strong sense of aggression.
Before Cecilia could react, Julian pressed down on her and kissed her hard.
While kissing her roughly, Julian’s free hand roamed urgently over Cecilia’s body, messing up her beautiful blue dress.
Seeing that the dress was about to be torn apart by Julian, Cecilia felt her pupils contract. She quickly snapped out of her shock and struggled violently. Julian’s grip loosened slightly, and she took the opportunity to bite down hard on Julian’s lip.
Julian gasped in pain, his lip bleeding from Cecilia’s bite.
Cecilia’s cheeks were flushed, and she panted as she looked at him, her voice filled with anger. “Julian, don’t touch me!”
Julian released her hands, wiped the blood from his lip with his finger, and said, “You’re my wife. Why can’t I touch you?”
*Kissing someone you don’t like–doesn’t that gross you out? Get off!” Cecilia was furious. She raised her knee and fiercely hit Julian’s groin, pushing him away with all her strength. Without even fixing her clothes, she stormed upstairs.
Julian’s face contorted in pain from Cecilia’s blow, and his mind cleared.
He lay on the sofa, his eyes momentarily unfocused, his hand still warm from Cecilia’s touch.
What had gotten into him tonight?
Julian pinched the bridge of his nose, sighed softly, and closed his eyes.
