Chapter 368 Master of Emotions
Marital duties...
This sentence coming from Robert felt very ironic.
They had been married for almost three years, and he had been out all night for at least a year and a half.
Now she wanted a divorce, and he was talking to her about marital duties?
However, they had indeed agreed on twenty occasions to consider it as her repayment of a debt—over the past three years, he had invested a considerable amount of money into the Perez Group, all of which had gone down the drain.
But an agreement was just words; anyone could say harsh things.
Actually doing it was another matter.
The computer crashed to the ground, and the screen was likely shattered.
Ophelia was startled. "My laptop!"
"I'll buy you a new one tomorrow, to compensate."
She was about to say something when she suddenly felt a chill on her shoulder; Robert had already pulled off her loungewear.
She struggled to sit up, but his large hand pressed her shoulder, pushing her back down again.
At the same time, a kiss tinged with the scent of alcohol fell upon her.
At the beginning of the kiss, neither of them closed their eyes to enjoy it.
Ophelia looked into his slightly drunken eyes, which had lost their usual frivolity and were now deep and mysterious.
Sensing her gaze, Robert paused slightly.
Their lips parted a bit, and he asked in a hoarse voice, "Unwilling?"
Ophelia clenched her fists, "After twenty times, will you sign the divorce papers?"
He was momentarily stunned, his grip on her wrist tightening slightly, "You want a divorce that badly? Isn't it better here at the Brown Villa than going back to the Perez Villa?"
Patrick would often hit and scold her.
The Browns' elders might not have liked her, but as long as he was present, they didn't speak harshly to her. Even if some elders in the family were disrespectful, he would stand up for her.
Moreover, they rarely went back to the Brown Villa.
Living in Mission Hills Villa was quite free.
He hadn't demanded much from her, and Robert truly didn't understand why she kept insisting on a divorce if it wasn't for Thomas.
Ophelia frowned slightly, "I don't want to stay at the Brown Villa, nor do I want to go back to the Perez Villa. Besides, don't you want freedom?"
Before she could finish her sentence, her words were swallowed by another kiss.
The kiss fell again, this time more intense.
In the push and pull, the kiss gradually ignited a spark. Before Ophelia knew it, he had already forcefully entered.
She had to admit, Robert was an excellent kisser, and she didn't object to it.
She was annoyed at herself for enjoying kissing him, but she had to keep a bit of clarity to push him away and question, "You still haven't answered me."
"Before the twenty times are up, don't mention 'divorce' again."
She wanted to probe further, but her knees were already being pried apart.
What followed was a storm.
Ophelia wasn't very cooperative; at first, it was difficult for both of them, but this time Robert didn't let her off as he usually did.
He grabbed her wrists, wrapping her arms around his neck.
She instinctively tried to pull back, but he caught her and wrapped them around again.
He whispered in her ear, "Twenty times, don't think you can skimp on it."
His hoarse voice carried a hint of ruthlessness.
Ophelia gritted her teeth, stifling a groan, "Who wants to skimp? I'm not ready yet."
Seeing her misty eyes, Robert reached out and suddenly smiled, a mischievous smile.
He whispered something ambiguous and suggestive in her ear.
Ophelia's eyes widened, her face turning red to her neck. She pushed against his shoulders, half resisting, her body drenched in sweat.
The temperature in the master bedroom rose quickly.
In the ebb and flow, her heart raced as if it would jump out. Finally, knowing she couldn't escape, her eyes locked in the dim light. She didn't know who gave up their restraint first, but after a moment of pause, their lips intertwined again.
In the deep kiss, Ophelia closed her eyes in surrender.
A ringing broke the atmosphere.
Ophelia's phone rang. She reached for the bedside table, but Robert seemed determined to continue tonight, grabbing her hand and pulling it back, not gently.
The phone's ringtone became a tool to mask other sounds.
What followed was intense.
The next morning, Ophelia sat at her desk, distracted all morning.
Until the editor-in-chief came over with an assignment. "Ophelia, our finance section interviewed Mr. Hawthorne from NovaTech Innovations last time. He seemed to have a good impression of you. I just scheduled another interview with him, and he specifically requested you."
Ophelia snapped back to reality and declined, "But I have a pile of interview drafts to edit, and I mainly work on the entertainment section. The finance and tech sections are Yasmin's expertise. Yasmin, you do it!"
Hearing this, her colleague Yasmin immediately raised her hand. "Yeah, I'll do the interview with Mr. Hawthorne from NovaTech Innovations! I'll contact NovaTech Innovations right away! Ophelia, give me Mr. Hawthorne's assistant's number later."
Ophelia was about to agree.
The editor-in-chief frowned and said to Ophelia, "Why don't you do an entertainment piece on Mr. Hawthorne? Why are you so dense? Who wants to hear a boring rags-to-riches story? Do an entertainment piece and ask Mr. Hawthorne about his gossip news."
Ophelia stood up, eager to voice her protest.
The editor-in-chief had already turned back to the office, leaving no room for argument. "That's settled. I've already told NovaTech Innovations you're going. Don't mess it up!"
Ophelia clenched her fists and punched the air behind the editor-in-chief.
She dragged her chair and sat down, muttering, "Jerk, always oppressing me!"
Colleague Yasmin curiously asked, "Ophelia, is Mr. Hawthorne from NovaTech Innovations difficult to talk to? Why don't you want to go?"
Ophelia brushed it off, "No, Mr. Hawthorne is quite nice. How about we go together?"
The leader didn't say she had to go alone.
Yasmin readily agreed, "Sure, I've heard Mr. Hawthorne started from scratch in Elysium, is very successful, and is quite clean-living. I wonder if he's married."
Ophelia lowered her eyes and said, "Men like this are usually quite heartless."
"Ophelia, do you know any gossip about him?"
Ophelia quickly shook her head and laughed, "You said he's clean-living, so what gossip could there be? Just a rational analysis. People like him, who have climbed up step by step, have seen too much of the dark side of humanity and have long been disillusioned with it. Naturally, they've also killed off any romantic feelings, reshaping themselves. How can you expect them to have any genuine feelings?"
Yasmin took a sip of coffee, looking stunned, and gave her a thumbs up, "Ophelia, you're a relationship expert!"
If she were a relationship expert, she wouldn't be afraid of interviewing Thomas.
Just thinking about the interview gave her a headache.
While lost in thought, Robert's teasing, deep voice suddenly echoed in her mind. "It's quite wet."
This sentence, like a devil, kept playing in her ear.
Her ear tingled.
She rubbed her ear hard, trying to shake off last night's images, and sent a message to Juniper.
[Juniper, when are you coming back to Imperial Capital? I'm about to be driven crazy by this lousy job!]
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