Chapter122 Mr. Jacob, You Really Need to Learn How to Respect Women
"What about last time?" Violet Devereux didn't immediately recall what he meant, thinking about the agreement.
She even pondered whether he had instructed her to do something before.
But after racking her brain, it didn't seem like there was anything.
"Forgotten?" said Brady Hall, unhurriedly.
Violet frowned; she truly didn't remember him instructing her to do anything?
"Mr. Hall, if there's something, please just tell me."
"Be my woman," Brady Hall put it frankly, "Would you like to reconsider? If so, name your price. Also, this house, you're free to stay."
He was not a man to beat around the bush.
The taste of last night's kiss was truly haunting him.
Although he had always felt that he was not lacking in female companionship, at the moment, there seemed to be no woman who could stir his desire.
Violet Devereux was the first.
Upon hearing this, Violet froze, and then her expression turned sour. She really hated how this man treated her as a commodity that could be bought and sold, and even more so as one meant only for his bed.
She was a person.
And if she ever wanted to sleep with a man, it had to be one she liked.
Brady Hall—she had harbored a secret crush on him for so long, but ever since that incident a year ago, she had given up on him.
It was absolutely impossible.
"Mr. Hall, I'm sorry, but I've already said no. I won't consider it," Violet Devereux wasn't afraid of offending him.
"With me, your quality of life would be unmatched. You could use my credit card as you please. I'm not stingy. Stick with me, and you'll be pampered," Brady Hall said, his voice still calm and even.
Violet's blood boiled at his words, a fury that made her lose her composure. She snatched up the throw pillow from her lap and hurled it hard at the privileged, domineering man.
Her face flushed with anger, she snapped, "Mr. Hall, you really need to learn how to respect women."
Yes, he was wealthy and handsome.
There was a line of women waiting for his attention.
But that didn't mean she was one of them.
Besides, she had Henry and Nicole. She didn't want her precious ones to think their mother was selling herself out.
She was a proud graduate of a prestigious university with a degree in design—smart and capable.
Why would she be anyone's plaything?
Of course, her outburst had darkened his expression instantly, a shadow passing over his face.
After all, no one dared treat him with such disrespect!
But Violet was a woman, and he never laid hands on a woman. However, he wasn't about to let this slide. He rose to his feet, and in her surprised silence, he walked right up to her. He loomed over her like a wall, his handsome face tinged with menace as he leaned down and grasped her chin firmly, his voice cold: "You really don't know when you've got it good, do you?"
The menace in Brady Hall's posture actually scared Violet a little, but she refused to show too much fear. This wasn't her fault, after all. She retorted defiantly, "Mr. Hall, are you going to bully me just because I won't agree?"
"Bully?" His eyes were dark, his voice icy, "This isn't how a man bullies a woman. If I were really to bully you, you'd be under me right now, crying and begging."
His words were laced with innuendo, making Violet's heart skip and her cheeks burst into flames.
She hadn't realized Brady had such a rogue streak in him.
Unable to engage with his provocative comment, all she could say was, "Mr. Hall, let me go."
"The paternity test results come out tomorrow," Brady Hall said, not really intending to bully her but feeling she needed a firm 'lesson.' "You might want to reconsider."
"I've said it, I'm not considering it," Violet Devereux struggled to decipher Brady Hall's intentions. Was he not into her and just looking for a fling? "Mr. Hall, how desperately do you need a woman to push like this?"
Brady wasn't short of women's company, yet he craved the kind that could spark his interest.
His gaze intense, Brady's fingers traced her soft chin as he said nonchalantly, "There's something about your stubbornness that I can't get out of my mind."
Violet froze, then fell silent.
No matter what she said, it was clear this man wouldn't change his mind.
He just wanted to sleep with her, right?
Love had nothing to do with it.
As she was lost in thought, her aunt arrived, carrying a bundle of fresh, dry-cleaned clothes and some ingredients for a nourishing meal.
She punched in the code, and the door clicked open.
The aunt, catching a glimpse of the intimacy in the living room, turned away quickly and said, "Mr. Hall, I apologize, I didn't see anything."
"C'mon in," Brady said, his interest not lingering on the awkward encounter.
He had a hundred ways to have her if he chose to.
The aunt turned back around while Brady released Violet and headed to the walk-in closet to change his clothes.
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