Chapter 329

I did not mean to disrespect your wine; it's just that, due to health reasons, I cannot drink alcohol. "Really, Mr. Galatea, please spare me." I was truly unlucky. In the middle of the night, Reynaldo sent me out for medicine, and on the way, I encountered a narrow-minded pervert.

Matthew sneered coldly, saying, "As long as I don't die, you have to drink this wine for me!" His bodyguard immediately pinched my chin, forcing my mouth open and pouring red wine inside. I struggled desperately, trying not to swallow the liquid. Despite my struggle, I felt the wine flowing down my mouth and into my neck and collar. The icy coldness made me shiver.

The glass of wine was finally finished. The bodyguards released me. I lay on the ground, coughing desperately, spitting out the wine that had been poured into my mouth. A pair of shoes appeared before me. I slowly lifted my head. Matthew stood over me, staring down. He lightly shook his glass, watching me as if I were a struggling ant. He chuckled, saying, "Reynaldo's ex-wife was quite the sorry sight."

I sat down, took a deep breath, and said softly, "If you're using me to get back at Reynaldo, you're wrong." You saw it too; he didn't like me—he might even hate me—otherwise, he wouldn't have kicked me out in the middle of the night.

Matthew squatted down, smiling, "Hmm, I agree with what you said." "Just, I kidnapped you, not for revenge, but for fun… Reynaldo's ex-wife!"

I looked into his evil eyes, and my heart sank instantly. If he wanted to retaliate against Reynaldo, to use me as leverage, he might not have harmed me yet; he would simply treat me as a pawn. But if he merely wanted to toy with me, what should I do tonight? How could I escape this tiger's den? Thinking of his twisted reputation, I shuddered. I spoke awkwardly, "Mr. Galatea… Please don't be like this. Someone like you can have any woman you want. Why bother with a divorced woman like me?"

Chapter 329

"Oh, yes, what kind of woman haven't I had? Just missing a divorced one, and she's Reynaldo's ex-wife!" He suddenly grabbed my collar and lifted me with one hand. Matthew's hand was surprisingly strong; he carried me like a chick. I trembled with fear, but against this burly man, I had no chance of resistance.

I tried to calm down and persuade him again. I cleared my throat and said, "Mr. Galatea, calm down. What's so interesting about a divorced woman like me? I lack charm and figure, I can't please you, and might even spoil your appetite."

"Hmm…" Matthew chuckled, his slender fingers caressing the edge of my collar, as if poised to slip inside. My heart pounded uncontrollably. He said, "What you said doesn't count; you have to play to know if it's fun or not." And Ms. Duffy was too modest; I actually think Ms. Duffy has a great figure.