Chapter 51: Traces of IntimKY
Yvette's wrists were above my head. I felt my pulse jump as she locked me in place, her face way too close, lips curling into an uncharacteristic smirk as her grip tightened on my wrist. Her breath brushed my cheek.
"Have you completely lost it?" I snapped, trying to push her off, but she had me pinned, her legs wrapped tightly around me, the strength of a vice. She let out a low laugh, not even phased. With one quick movement, she ran her hand down my jaw, and I felt the blood drain from my face.
“'Vveme, get a grip! Aren’t you the one always calling me a country bumpkin? So, why are you so worked up now? Afraid you’ll end up being a bumpkin too?” I shouted, desperate to knock some sense into her.
“And anyway, haven’t you always thought I was useless? Can’t even let a ‘nobody’ like me touch you? If word gets out, where’s your pride going to hide?” I tried using reverse psychology to get her out of it.
Instead, she let out a cold laugh. “You go around bragging about ‘intimating’ some ‘innocent virgin,’ and now you say I can’t satisfy you? What pride do I have left to…”
But she wasn’t buying it. Before I could expand, she leaned in and bit my neck hard. The shock shot through me, and I yelped, tears welling up. “Are you crazy? Stop biting me!” She ignored me, pressing forward, her lips moving relentlessly against mine. Then, with one swift motion, she tore open my shirt. Her breathing was heavy, her voice hoarse. “Stop wasting…”
A chill ran through me, and I froze, torn between anger and panic. Her actions weren’t just impulsive—they were intense, and she seemed dead set on following through. But I knew her heart still belonged to Raval. This would only leave her billed with regret.
“Lock, you don’t even want this—you’re just drugged, alright? This is the drug talking, not you. The man you love is Banda. Don’t do something you’ll regret.”
I couldn’t help but think back to my past life—how one impulsive decision had ruined everything on our wedding anniversary. I’d taken advantage of her when she’d shattered our relationship beyond repair. This time, no matter what, I couldn’t let history repeat itself. She was drunk, and…
It was all Alex’s fault for orchestrating this ridiculous scenario. They already looked down on me, and now, with the added effect of whatever drug was in her system, if something happened between us, she’d wake up hating me even more and never forgive me.
Her eyes flashed with fury, but beneath it, I caught a glimpse of uncertainty. For a split second, she seemed to hesitate, but that fierce resolve returned. “We’re married, and I’m not having an affair, so you’re not allowed to cheat on me as well. Otherwise, don’t blame me for breaking your legs.”
My heart skipped a beat as I stared straight into her deep, slightly crazed eyes. Her serious demeanor made it seem like she was genuinely determined to uphold this marriage without…
But I knew better. I had been reborn, and the memory of her infatuation with Randall from my past life was still vivid, as if it had happened just yesterday.
I refused to back down. “Yeme, what happened to your knowledge of the law? I have every right to refuse your demands. If you force me, that’s assault. And if you hit me, that’s intentional…”
“I’ll have you hauled in for tea with the cops in no time.”
She laughed bitterly, her eyes gleaming with a strange light. “Fine. Then I might as well enjoy myself tonight, so you’ll have no evidence to present tomorrow. Besides, a woman can even be charged with assaulting a man? At most, it’s just harassment!”
Anger flared within me, and just as I was about to snap back, she silenced me abruptly, her lips crashing down on mine with startling force. Her grip on my chin was firm, her strength overwhelming, as she compelled me to respond to her kiss.
As even bodies. Panicked, I began to struggle, pushing at her and fumbling blindly across the bed until my fingers closed around my phone. Without hesitation, I swung it…
…and hit her on the head. Blood trickled from her forehead. She wiped it away, her expression morphing into something frighteningly predatory, as though she were about…
My Kumar joined in dear… I was about to respond, when she collapsed onto me, unconscious.
“Yvette!” I pressed her arm and the gash on her forehead, blood still dripping. A mix of guilt and frustration welled up inside me. That hit had been too hard, but she had brought it on herself.
Looking at her unconscious form, I realized—common she must have used earlier. I noticed the unnatural flush in her skin, a clear sign she had… That readily deed, carried her into the Beth, and began to strategize in my head. “Yvette, you two-faced… When we get divorced, I’m going to make sure you pay up—at least…”
…to a reasonable temperature, got back into bed, and fell asleep.
I was abruptly awakened by a gentle knock, tumbling off the bed. I sat up in confusion. “What’s going on? Heartlake?” I asked groggily.
Matalling berbode juer was Tyente, already dressed immaculately. Her face tried to convey someone solid’s lies; her eyes, however, were bright and clear, suggesting she was back to her usual…
“What’s wrong with you? Hacking propriety…”
“…not a problem?”
Pushing me back under…
“It’s twenty down, I might as well stay down. Life would be better if I could go with the low…”
“…admock! Bodrane upright, I grabbed my phone and checked the time. It was already 10:00 am.”
…to head in for the alienon. Then followed disputes, “Teuplowing the at soul…”
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Yvette glanced at me with her inscrutable gaze and said coolly, “He deserved it.”
I was speechless, thinking I should’ve knocked her out last night.
Alex, mistaking the situation as some playful couple banter, blushed slightly. Yvette, however, added shyly, “And don’t ever try feeding me anything strange again, or you won’t see the…”