Can't stop loving you

Chapter 132 What Was Your Choice

Viola was at a loss. She secretly bit the tip of her tongue and forced herself to calm down. "We can't be

together anymore."

She hadn't done that before. Now she had been married to Maynard, though she had no choice

"Why not?" Zarian grabbed her arm and looked excited.

In a panic, she looked evasive. Suddenly, her phone rang.

With her back to him, she took her cellphone out and had a look at it. Seeing that Maynard's message,

in which she was urged to come back, she took an apologetic glance at Zarian and then ran away.

On the way to the villa, she was exhausted, out of breath. She had been in a trance for a long time

before she could catch her breath. Then she noticed that Maynard was sitting on the sofa, toweling his

hair, wearing a bathrobe and a waistband loosely.

Upon smelling the fragrance of his body wash after the bath, Viola's heart skipped a beat. Clumsily, she

said, "Mr. Chu, is the movie beautiful today?"

"Are you happy to meet your old lover?" Maynard stopped wiping his hair with satisfaction. Ironically, he

didn't answer her question but asked her in reply.

If he didn't go back to the bookstore, he wouldn't have seen the drama between Zarian and her.

A slight change to her young face, Viola was confused, "How do you know?"

"You have a guilty conscience?" He dropped the towel from his hand and got close to her.

The ground was cold and tight, his tall and handsome body, his long straight legs, everything seemed

aggressive under the beautiful tree shaped crystal chandelier above his head.

The petite body of Viola was covered by his figure, which made her look fragile. She cleared her throat

and couldn't stand it. "Enough! I don't know what's wrong with you, but mind your own business! "

"Mind your own business?" Maynard's face suddenly darkened, and his eyes were filled with rage. "I'll

let you know if I'm meddling in your business!"

A cold shiver ran down her spine. The next second, she was carried in Maynard's arms, scared and

angry. "What do you want?"

"Fulfill the duty of a couple!" Maynard said to her slowly.

Turning pale with fright, she hit him hard, "Let go of me!"

His arms were as hard as iron, and she was tightly caught. No matter how hard she struggled, it didn't

work at all.

Viola yelled and struggled.

As a result, she was carried upstairs by Maynard. Seeing that the big white bed was getting closer and

closer to her, she was in a panic and raised her head to give him a hard bite on his arm.

Maynard chuckled. The expression on his face didn't change at all. He quietly looked at her teeth

embedded in his arm. "Is it enough?" he asked

A taste of blood came to her lips. As soon as she came back to herself, she immediately felt relieved.

Seeing Maynard's left hand bleeding, she opened her mouth and was about to say something, but she

was stopped by a heavy throw on the big bed.

The pain came from the limbs and bones, making her unable to move. Her forehead was covered with

thick sweat.

"It's my turn now." Maynard, who was above her, smiled weirdly and evilly, and his wheat skin was

obvious in the light.

A panic took over her. She screamed, "You can't do that!"

"It's not up to you." He bent over and whispered in her ear.

She felt a dull pain when she was thrown on the ground. The only thing she could do now was to slap

him across the face, but he grabbed hold of her tight.

She was forced to open her cherry like lips, lowered her head and gave a fierce kiss on her lips.

A shiver ran down her spine.

When she woke up again, it was already midnight.

She changed her clothes quietly and went into the bathroom to turn on the light. She filled a basin of

cold water with the plastic pot and poured it on Maynard.

"Go to hell!" Maynard opened his dark eyes, getting wet all over his body, with water dripping from

every hair.

Viola threw away the plastic basin and said fearlessly, "Kill me if you can!"

Maynard burst into fury. Stepping on the water on the ground with his bare feet, he strode forward and

pressed her against the cold wall arm, pinching her neck with his left hand.

A sense of suffocation came through Viola's throat. She could not see anything but darkness in front of

her eyes and her face turned red. By instinct, she patted on Maynard's hand, which was constantly

tightening. It was just that she suffered more and more oxygen because of the lack of air, and the force

she exerted to hit him became more and more insignificant.

Just as she slowly closed her eyes and was about to lose her consciousness, Maynard loosened his

grip.

All of a sudden, she fell to the ground and covered her neck with her hands, gulping for fresh air.

Unfortunately, because of her breathing too fast, she coughed sharply with tears in her eyes.

"Don't pretend to be aloof." Maynard sniffed and put on a bath robe. Then he walked out with his

slender legs and closed the door.

Viola covered her burning neck, grabbed the door and tried several times to open it. However, it didn't

open. She smashed the door with her hand and shouted, "Maynard! Open the door! " Content is property © NôvelDrama.Org.

She knocked at the door with all her strength, but nobody answered for a long time. She guessed that

he was locked, and was anxious to stab him to death.

But she couldn't leave this place before dawn.

Over and over again, she ran into the bathroom and kept washing herself with hot water, swore to

herself that she would definitely take revenge on Maynard in the future.

After changing her clothes, she leaned against the wall of her room. She hadn't closed her eyes yet.

Finally, the dawn came.

She opened the wardrobe and took out all her clothes. Then she made a rope with one end tied to the

room and the other thrown out of the window. She grabbed the rope and tested whether it was tough

enough.

At this time, a leader house downstairs saw the scene and ran into the Maynard's villa when Viola did

not notice.

After 30 seconds, when she confirmed that there was no problem, she wanted to climb down the

window with a rope in her hand, the door opened.

Seeing Maynard's gloomy eyes, Viola trembled with fear instinctively.

"You can run if you want." With a mocking smile, Maynard leaned against the door casually. "If you go

away, you will unilaterally cancel the contract. I'll find a lawyer to compensate you."

Casting the rope down, Viola glared at him. "I'll pay you four million first. What about the rest?"

"You must pay them all at once." Maynard opened his thin lips slightly, which looked cold and ruthless.

Viola clenched her fists and bit her lower lip. "I don't have that much money now."

"Then you make a choice." Maynard closed the door again with a poker face and left.