Can't Resist the Billionaire

Chapter 55   Vincent  Won't Let You Go

"Christopher, you have explained it very well, and I accept it. But you have to understand that there are

many paths in life, and sometimes when you choose one, there is no way back. Don't think I'll be

grateful just because you tell me the truth, or I'll be with you again with tears. Sorry, I can't do it. We

really can't go back!"

I laughed coldly and turned around. Then I went to the bedroom to pack my clothes and decided to

leave. All of a sudden I felt this city where I'd lived for years was so dirty. I wanted to leave, like

completely.

I didn't want see either Vincent or Christopher again. I just wanted to bury everything that happened

today. I need to start all over again. NôvelDrama.Org holds text © rights.

Seeing me suddenly go to the bedroom to pack my luggage, Christopher suddenly chased me

desperately, and threw the clothes in my hand on the ground in a rage: "What the hell you doing? Who

allowed you to leave?"

I looked down at the clothes on the ground but didn't pick them up. I continued to take my clothes out of

the wardrobe and put them in the case. "I have nothing more to do with you. Even if I do, it's just paper

certificate. I am going to leave here, Vincent, and you. I hope you will not exchange me for Vincent's

money, if you still have any dignity!"

"You are my woman, and I don't allow you to leave!" Christophe seemed to be crazy, and suddenly

threw me onto the bed. When I was knocked down by him, my waist inadvertently knocked on the

bedside table, and I suddenly felt painful.

Moreover, my feet had already injured, so I almost hadn't any strength to resist.

Even so, Christopher still refused to let go of me. He carried me onto the bed with his hand reached

into my clothes, pushed up my underwear, and squeezed randomly on my chest. "Jasmine, you're my

wife. You can only be mine!"

I didn't fight back and just let him rummage around like a corpse. Only when he sensed something was

wrong did he stop and look at me. I sneered, "Christopher, is this how you treat your woman?"

Christopher's body stiffened under my sharp gaze. Suddenly he rose from my body and said in a

stubborn tone, "Jasmine, don't make me!"

I tidied up my clothes and got up from bed. "You didn't touch me when I was asleep, did you?"

Christopher turned his head and glared hatefully at me. In a fit of pique, he said, "It's not too late for me

to touch you now!"

"You are not that sort of person!" I heaved a long sigh, and said in a calm tone. "If you are true, then

you are still the original you. The Christopher I know isn't a man who only uses violence to solve

problems, which is why you didn't rape me!"

Perhaps it was my gentle words that gave Christopher a glimmer of hope. He looked at me in surprise

and asked m, "I'm still the same. Jasmine, can we return to the past?"

"No!" I swept away Christopher's hand that was hugging my shoulder. My voice then turned ice-cold

without any sense of texture, "Like I said, a mistake is a mistake. To save your family, you betrayed

your love. Since you've made your choice, then please don't regret!"

After that, enduring the pain on my waist, I limped and intended to leave here. I even decided to give

up my luggage.

"Jasmine, you made me do this!" Christopher suddenly growled at me from behind.

He got up, blocked my way out, and picked up a photo from floor. He deliberately shook it in front of me

and sneered, "I have many of these in my hand. Do you want your parents to see them today, or

tomorrow?"

I was so angry that my entire body began to tremble. Such mad Christopher made me feel unfamiliar.

"You really want to do this?"

Christopher smiled like a devil, looking fearsome and sinister. "If you stay with be, I will not spread your

photos, or we will have to die together!"

I looked down at the dirty photos on the floor. At that moment, I knew I had no choice. Once

Christopher made up his mind, there was no turning back.

"Okay, I'll stay. But you can't touch if so!" I threw the bag in my hand to the floor and vented my anger.

Christopher looked down at the bag I threw on the floor. He snorted coldly and turned the photo in his

hand away. He sat back down on the sofa and said, "Sure, but you'll also need my permission to meet

Vincent!"

He became more and more unfamiliar to me, so I turned my face away. "It depends!"

"Nothing should be depends. Since you have decided to be return, you are still my wife, and my wife

listens to me!" Christopher's smile was sinister, which made my hair stand on end. "It's okay if you don't

want me to touch you. But no one else could touch you either."

I sat back down on the sofa and promised him weakly. "Well, I won't see him again. I won't even go

anywhere. I'll just die home!"

Even though these words came in a fit of anger, Christopher was still glad to hear them. "You are my

wife. I'll raise you in the future!"

After a pause he suddenly said, "I have already found a job. I'm not as rich as Vincent, but as long as

we work hard, we can have a wonderful future!"

Hearing this, I didn't show the slightest expression on my face. For saying these flattering remarks, he

maybe really wanted everything to be as before. But the thing was, we really couldn't.

Was it because he was too naive, or was it because I cared too much? From the moment I slept with

Vincent, I knew that we would break up. When a rift appeared in the marriage, it was impossible to

return to the past!

Seeing that I remained indifferent, Christopher suddenly came forward with excitement and hugged my

shoulders, half-kneeling in front of me, he raised his head and looked at me, whose eyes full of desire

for me. "Jasmine, can you forgive me? We can go back to where we were before, right?"

"Even if you don't mind that I've been touched by another man, but what about Vincent? Have you ever

thought about his feelings? He's serious about me and won't let me off so easily!" I laughed coldly and

once again separated his arm from my shoulder. I deliberately irritated him, "Wake up, didn't your father

owe usury? If I didn't make you money, will your dad gets hunted? Also, if you pissed off Vincent, he

may treat you as his father. Can you guarantee that you'll be okay this time?"