Chapter 1018 Just for This Matter, You Actually Want to Refuse to Get Married? What Are You Thinking?
Violet was in no mood to sleep with him right now. Her eyes blazed with anger as she glared at him, teeth clenched. "Get out. Don't touch me."
Brady didn't bother arguing. He had no clue what had gotten into her this morning.
Who had pissed her off?
She was giving him the stink eye and refusing to go through with the wedding. Since he couldn't get any answers, he decided to make her talk.
"Brady, you jerk, let go of me." Violet had no intention of doing anything with him this early in the morning and started struggling desperately.
But her small frame was no match for a man who used to be a mercenary.
He was battle-hardened, and his muscles were like steel.
She was soft and delicate, like an egg hitting a rock.
After several attempts to break free, she was the one who ran out of energy first, while Brady remained unmoved.
Once he carried her back to the bedroom, Brady tossed her onto the soft bed and leaned over her, deciding to take action first.
At first, Violet fought back with all her might. She was furious—how could she let him touch her?
But eventually, under his relentless assault, she had no choice but to give in.
This time, it felt like Brady was 'punishing' her. He took his time, working her over for 45 minutes without pulling out, deliberately 'tormenting' her.
"Feeling good now?" Brady asked, his voice thick and low.
There was no way Violet would admit she enjoyed it. She stubbornly said, "Get off me. I want to get up." But no matter how tough she tried to sound, the blush on her face betrayed her.
She had thoroughly enjoyed the sexual experience he provided.
"Want to go again?" Brady teased, pretending to move in for another round.
Violet was scared of him now and quickly said, "No."
"Then tell me what's going on?" Brady stayed put, looking at her.
Violet bit her lip, her fingers slightly digging into his shoulder muscles. After a moment, she spoke with disgust and anger, "You should know."
Brady thought for a moment, trying to figure out what he might have done to upset her. Finally, he landed on Aria.
"Is it about Aria?"
Violet didn't respond, but didn't deny it either.
So that was it. Brady let out a helpless laugh. "Inviting her to the wedding wasn't my idea. It was Matilda's suggestion."
"As for why I didn't tell you, I was worried you'd feel uncomfortable and overthink it," Brady explained his reasoning. "We're inviting her as a guest. With so many people there, you wouldn't even notice her. Once the wedding's over, it's done."
"And you're refusing to get married over this? What are you thinking?"
"That's it?" Violet said, her lips curling.
"What else could it be? Right now, it's not that I don't want you, it's that you don't want me." Brady was at his wits' end with her.
"Fine." Actually, this was just the trigger.
She knew Aria had tampered with her wedding dress.
That was the real issue.
"Alright, not mad anymore?" Brady gently wiped the sweat from her forehead, which had been caused by their intense activity.
Violet pressed her lips together, hesitating whether to tell him about the wedding dress.
After thinking it over, she decided not to say anything for now.
She would talk to Aria one-on-one at the wedding.
"I'm not mad anymore. Let me get up." Violet snapped back to reality, wrapping her arms around Brady's neck. "I'm all sweaty. I need a shower."
But Brady suddenly decided to be mischievous and picked her up.
As he walked, the movement made her body feel weak.
Violet felt incredibly embarrassed, her ears turning bright red.
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