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The Spoiled Girl - Chapter 419

Published at 16th of November 2022 07:02:12 AM


Chapter 419: Don't Run Away

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Ragged breaths puffed out from Emily's lips, but she struggled to keep going. When she descended to the height of the second floor, her hands slipped and she fell down!

Fortunately, it wasn't very high. There were only a small bruise and cut on her knees, but they still hurt.

A deep breath escaped Emily's lungs because of the pain, but she wasted no time. She tolerated the throbbing ache in her knee and trudged quietly to the backdoor, her body bent down.

As she continued her descent to the door, she silently resolved to run away from it all.

She was not a fragile canary. She never belonged to anyone.

The area of the backdoor was dark, so when Emily finally got there she could hardly see anything ahead of her. When she got hold of the doorknob and was about to turn it open, she heard footsteps from behind. It seemed that someone followed her.

"Thump, thump, thump…"

Every thud of the nearing footsteps sent her mind into a frenzy. Her heart pounded loudly in her chest and rattled her nerves.

Her eyes squeezed themselves shut and her body felt clammy and cold out of fear. At that moment, she only thought of one thing—she was terribly screwed up.

It was Jacob.

She tried to turn her body around but a pair of strong arms suddenly pulled her in. The strong scent of alcohol assaulted her senses and choked her with its dizzying smell.

"Let go of me!" Emily screamed. Her body used every ounce of strength she had, but she couldn't escape from Jacob's vice-like grip.

His voice spoke in a slightly slurred accent near her ear. "If I come back later, will you get out from here already? Really?" he asked in broken gasps. His arms still wound themselves tightly around her waist. If someone looked closer, his eyes glinted with anger even in the dark.

After a few more moments of struggling, Emily finally broke free. She couldn't stand his intense desire to possess her any longer, and decided to burn the bridges between them. "I'm done! I want to break up with you!" she screamed.

No matter who she was and how kind she was, there was no way she'd allow herself to be kept in the same place every day!

Her words seemed to have hit the most sensitive part of Jacob's nerves, as his eyes flickered dangerously. "No. Way!" he said with venomous emphasis on his every syllable.

However, Emily strongly held her ground. "Do you find it satisfying? I can't see my daughter nor interact with anyone, so that you can finally fulfill your sick desire to possess me. Is that what you want, Jacob? No, You are not my Jacob! You are just someone who is possessing his body!" she shrieked.

The man in front of her became more and more estranged. He wasn't the same man she loved; the Jacob she knew slipped away bit by bit, and she can't even recognize him n

th him.

His anxiety had fully blown up now and filled his body with a fiery desire to possess her. At that moment, his eyes could only see Emily as the woman who wanted to escape from him.

He suddenly moved his own lips over hers and roughly kissed her. He tried to engulf her body in his arms, to dissolve her in his bones and blood so that they could never be separated again. "Don't run away," he choked out.

The temperature in the room only got hotter and hotter.

However, Emily's eyes were only filled with void, and she gradually felt numb. "Jacob, don't let me hate you forever," she threatened him.

Her words appeared to greatly affect him as he accidentally squeezed her delicate waist. The next thing he knew, something flashed in front of his eyes then landed heavily on his head.

"Pong!"

His body stiffened in its place. He silently gawked at Emily, who held the lamp tightly in her trembling hands and remained still like a frozen statue.

Despite the blow on his head, it looked like he felt no pain. He wanted to see the expression on her face, but something obscured his eyes. It was blood that leaked from his apparently wounded head that blocked his sight.

By now, his brain was absolutely muddled and he could no longer discern right from wrong. His hand wiped his blood-stained eye, and the other pulled the quilt over Emily's body. Then, he quietly got up from the bed.

Short puffs of air came out of Emily's mouth as she gasped for breath. The lamp was still clutched tightly in her hand, as her eyes waited for him to leave. Her orbs felt rather dry. If she only had other options, she wouldn't have hit him. She really did not want to hurt him in any form.

But she was out of options. There was no other way for her.

He was gone, and he could no longer force her for now. But she did not feel at ease at all.




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