Chapter 21 The Price Of Passion

Like a damsel getting onto the horse of her savior, Elena quickly got into his car, feeling grateful. She said a bit shyly, "Thank you!"
Hassan's car soon entered the gates of the most luxurious villa in Paris Bay.
The woman, holding the check, finally regained her senses and quickly turned to her own car.
"Darling, five hundred thousand!"
A man hiding in the shadows slapped her across the face. "Idiot, you dare accept Mr. Al-Farouk's money?"
The woman cried from the blow and meekly said, "I didn't know, you didn't say anything earlier."
The man let out a low grunt. "You're truly stupid. If I intervened, you'd have died even faster!"
"What... what should I do then?"
The woman was scared. The man lowered his voice. "Come over here and do as I say!"
The lavishly decorated living room was spotless and bright. Elena's gaze was fixed on the huge crystal chandelier. The beautiful rings of white and purple crystals, with at least a thousand bulbs, must look dazzling when turned on, resembling a sky full of stars.
Elena sat on the leather sofa, holding the green tea brought by a servant while waiting for Hassan.
After waiting for an hour, Hassan still hadn't come out, and Elena grew anxious.
She looked into the distance through the glass window, then turned to Nabil standing at the door. She said, "Could you please help me bring the bicycle back?"
Nabil frowned, feeling awkward. A bicycle! Asking him, a high-level butler, to carry a rundown bicycle? What was this young lady playing at?
Observing Nabil's indifferent expression, Elena hesitated and touched her head. "Alright, I'll go myself."
Elena's figure was just about to leave.
Hassan's deep voice sounded behind her. "Are you in such a hurry to leave?"
Elena turned around, smiled slightly, and immediately walked back.
"No, no, I want to find my bicycle. Oh, can I have the necklace now?"
Hassan sat on the leather sofa with a bottle of royal cannon in his hand.
With a bang, he opened the bottle cap, poured a glass of wine, and placed it on the coffee table.
"You, woman, really don't know how to appreciate others. I just paid you 500,000 dollars in compensation, and you don't even have a word of thanks to say to me?"
"I did, I just said thanks earlier!"
"Are 500,000 dollars only worth a simple thanks?" Hassan drank while raising his dark eyes, leisurely scanning her body.
Elena bit her pink lip, "Well... I really have no way to pay you back now."
Hassan finished the drink in his cup, poured another glass, and placed it heavily in front of Elena.
"Drink it, and the necklace will be yours!"
Hassan opened his left palm, and there was Elena's amethyst necklace.
In Hassan's eyes, this amethyst necklace was simply worthless.
The chain was made of silver, but the amethyst itself was good, a top-grade amethyst called Dragon Soul Amethyst!
Unfortunately, the amethyst was too small, only half the size of a finger. If it were bigger, it would have some value.
But how could an ordinary girl like her possess the royal Dragon Soul Amethyst? Even though it was small, it was definitely not something an ordinary family could have.
Hassan's black eyes tightened. He realized that this girl in front of him was becoming more and more interesting.
"Drink, woman. Drink the wine!"
The glass was full of wine, emitting a rich aroma. She was almost a teetotaler, but it smelled pretty good.
"Fine, I'll drink! It's just a glass of wine, right?" Elena picked up the glass and gulped it down.
"Cough... cough..." It felt like swallowing a ball of fire, burning from the mouth to the throat, and then to the stomach.
Elena was overwhelmed by the spiciness and her face was full of tears. Her big watery eyes looked even more pitiful, as if they had been washed by clear water.
Hassan sat still, his long legs crossed, a slight smirk at the corner of his mouth.
"I-I finished drinking the wine. Can I... can I leave now?" Elena's face was flushed from the alcohol, and she spoke with a bit of a stutter.
Hassan spread out his palm with a wicked smile and a sexy voice. "Of course!"
Elena's smile started to waver on her face. She propped up her little head with one hand and reached out toward. Hassan's palm with the other.
But just as she walked up to him, she suddenly lost her footing.
What did she stumble into? Her center of gravity was unsteady and she fell into his strong embrace.
The small woman in his arms, her porcelain white skin tinged with drunken hues, her petal-pink lips resembling a delicate rose, her long eyelashes fluttering like butterfly wings, her pitch-black eyes dyed in the misty waves, a hazy and alluring beauty.
Little enchantress!
Hassan felt his throat tighten. His blood boiled in an instant, awakening the dormant evil within.
Any man, faced with such a tender and fragrant girl, would be unable to resist.
"Water, water, crystalline..."
Elena mumbled incoherently, stumbling as she tried to get up.
In the next moment, a scorching kiss descended upon her.
He kissed her soft lips, devouring her sweetness over and over again, forcibly parting her lips.
"Mmm..." Elena resisted in a daze, but the arousing and numbing sensation clashed against her nerves as anticipated.
Her petite body trembled gently in his arms.
Hassan held down her restless hands, pressing her against the sofa with no space between the two of them.
The girl's sweetness was so addictive, he couldn't get enough of it. The flames within him burned even fiercer.
Although he had experienced countless women, faced with such a sweet treat, he couldn't resist.
"Ah..."
Although Elena was intoxicated by alcohol, her consciousness remained clear. She struggled, wanting to break free from Hassan's grip, but his strength was something she couldn't fight against.
No, she couldn't let him violate her!
Elena was filled with despair, tears streaming down her face. If William found out, he would surely be angry.
"Let go of me!"
In her desperate state, she regained some sobriety. Elena sobbed.
Hassan was engrossed in the pleasurable feeling, his scorching kiss still roaming over her body. His hand delved into her depths, fanning the flames on her elastic skin.
"Let go of me!"
The man's panting grew wild, his beautiful eyes tainted with lust turned crimson, like a wild beast that had lost its sanity, desperately trying to possess her.
"You bastard!"
Elena couldn't bear it anymore and suddenly bit his thin, red lips.
He stopped his further violation, a hint of ferocity flashed in his eyes.
And in her shining eyes, fury burned. She had a stubborn look, refusing to give in.
It wasn't until the taste of blood slowly filled her mouth that she released her grip in alarm.
He let out a low growl, releasing her hand. Elena retreated in fear, frantically moving to the end of the sofa, resembling a frightened small animal.
The injured little cat looked at him, alert.
"Master."
Nabil's figure approached Hassan. "Something has happened!"
"What is it?" Hassan glared impatiently at Elena.
Startled, Elena curled up.
She couldn't remember how many times she had escaped from his clutches, each time so nervewracking and thrilling.
Nabil moved slightly. "Master, your lips are bleeding."
Nabil kindly reminded him.
"Stop talking nonsense and get to the point." Hassan growled, his entire being enveloped in a sinister aura.
"Please come with me to the study!" Nabil said, calmly glancing at Elena.
Without hesitation, Hassan's tall figure stood up and immediately walked toward the study.
Elena felt relieved and let out a sigh of relief.
She clumsily adjusted her clothes and picked up her phone to call William.
"Senior William!"
"Elena, what happened? Did you cry?" William picked up on something unusual in Elena's voice and asked caringly.