Chapter 826 I Will Take Responsibility
Jeremy prided himself on never losing control over a woman like this.
His experience wasn't extensive. Three years ago, he had only made love with Lynn at a club.
Since then, no other woman had caught his eye.
But now, with Olivia, he was filled with passion, constantly fantasizing about their intimate moments!
It was very strange!
"Tell me, did you hide something from me? Did we make love?" he guessed uncertainly.
Olivia's eyes flickered, just like her chaotic heart, pounding away.
If the last time in the car, he had only seen Lawrence and Winnie and felt suspicious.
This time, he was pressing her for answers.
He had held her, made love to her for a long time, and remembered her naked form!
Olivia was flustered, her wrist hurting from his grip, her round eyes misting over.
"Why are you avoiding me? Is it true? Look at me and answer!" He pressed her even tighter.
Olivia couldn't breathe. What should she do? He was starting to remember some fragments, and she felt a bit aggrieved.
She didn't want to be a woman who was inexplicably slept with and then discarded.
But if she told him, if she was honest, how would he see her? Would he think she took advantage of him with bad intentions?
Or would they have a future together?
Olivia suppressed her breathing, but his breath was too hot, the fresh male scent filling her nostrils. Her voice trembled slightly as she couldn't help but look up at him, "If something did happen between us, what would you think about it?"
"What do you mean?" Jeremy's attractive thin lips pressed together, his voice hoarse. "Did we really make love?"
"Answer my question first." Olivia frowned, asking seriously, "If we did, how would you feel? Regret, annoyance, ashamed to have made love with someone who was humiliated by Sam, right? You wouldn't be able to explain it to Sam, nor handle me. In the end, would you avoid me?"
"You..." Jeremy's sinister features darkened, pinning her hand against the wall again, staring at her pessimistic eyes, a flame igniting in his heart, "We've known each other for so many years, and this is what you think of me? Olivia, do you see me as such an irresponsible bad guy?"
"Then how would you handle me? If it did happen, it shouldn't have. Do you think you can take responsibility for me while having a fiancée?" Olivia didn't believe it.
Not to mention, his fiancée was Lynn from the Smith Family, who targeted her everywhere.
Even if he had the intention, would the DeRoss Family accept her with her complicated relationship with Sam?
It was too difficult between them.
Besides, she didn't even know Jeremy's feelings.
His thin lips remained closed, pressing tighter.
Olivia mocked herself inwardly, pulling her hand away, pretending to joke, "You were silent. If it really happened, you would regret touching me, and you wouldn't be happy, right?"
"So did I really make love with you?" Jeremy's long fingers, grasping at air, suddenly squeezed her waist.
He hadn't expected her waist to be so soft.
His mind remembered that wonderful feeling, no matter how he folded her, she could meet his demands.
His said, "How do you know I'm not happy? You're not me, Olivia, don't presume to guess a man's thoughts."
"I want to revisit that feeling, to see if it's real." Jeremy's Adam's apple bobbed, his voice already hoarse, collapsing under reason. He grabbed her face and kissed her urgently, prying open her teeth for a deep kiss.
"Don't do this." Olivia's eyes widened, looking at his enlarged handsome face, losing her reaction.
She trembled continuously in his arms, making him even crazier, "Jeremy, don't be impulsive."
"If something really happened between us, reliving it once more, I would be sure!"
Jeremy's kisses trailed down her neck, his large hand hotly moving around her waist.
He was about to throw Olivia into the bathtub and press down on her.
The situation was getting more and more out of control. Even though Olivia hadn't been with many men, she knew that when a man was desperate, he could say anything, and reason would be thrown out the window.
She didn't want to make love with him so ambiguously.
She wasn't a little girl anymore, she couldn't be confused by him!
She panicked and started to struggle, pulling her mouth away from his passionate lips, desperately pounding his hard chest, "Get a grip, we can't do this, Jeremy. If you can't take responsibility for me, don't touch me! Even if my reputation is ruined, you can't just make love to me so casually!"
The bottle of shower gel fell heavily to the ground.
Jeremy's toe hurt, she had stepped on him, his handsome face turning red, gritting his teeth and holding back, pressing heavily against her fair forehead, spitting out a breath of anger, "I asked you to tell me the truth because I want to take responsibility for you. If I have touched a woman, would I disdain taking responsibility for her?"
"You arouse my desire and then don't let me touch you, Olivia, you're being too much, aren't you asking for trouble?"
"I didn't!" Her body suddenly lifted, Jeremy picked her up and walked out, throwing her onto the big bed.
Olivia looked at his red-eyed terrifying appearance, the scholarly glasses couldn't hide his wildness. She had experienced his combat skills, his lean and long body hiding all the violence.
Her face turned red, fearfully hiding under the blanket, wrapping her wet self up, "Don't come over."
"I really want to deal with you, but I won't force you. Since you don't want to, then forget it." Jeremy stared at her face, still very angry, pointing at her with a bad command, "Stay here, I'm going to take a shower, listen carefully."
"What?" Olivia was confused.
Jeremy strode into the bathroom, deliberately leaving the door open, soon the sound of cold water pouring down came, and his actions were reflected in the unshielded glass.
Olivia's whole face was red with shame and anger.
He could really be so shameless, she had experienced it, those three days, he was such a beast.
Olivia bit her red lips, enduring the shame for half an hour before he came out. Jeremy was still wet all over, still in his shirt and black pants, his short hair dripping water, passing over his glasses. She simply couldn't look directly at him.
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