Chapter 73 Bullying Her

Hassan kicked the beautiful door three times, deforming it and making it collapse.

Elena wasn't sleeping; she was sitting next to the window, watching everything in fear.

She couldn't believe that Hassan's temperament had become so bad...

"What... what are you doing?"

Terrified by Hassan's sinister expression, Elena couldn't even speak.

"What am I doing?" Hassan smirked maliciously; reached for his tie and loosened it, while taking off his suit and throwing it on the ground.

He approached her with his tall figure, step by step.

She retreated in fear until she was backed against the wall, crouching on the ground, looking at him in terror like an injured rabbit.

With a wave of his hand, he lifted her up and threw her onto the bed forcefully.

"Elena, you're a woman I bought fair and square. You tell me, what do I want to do?"

"You... you can't touch me!" Elena was on the verge of tears.

She desperately waved her small hands, resisting his dominance.

"I can't touch you? Why can't I touch you? Do you think you're so noble? When someone is bought, they should act professionally. I don't buy into your hesitation and timidity..."

Hassan angrily lowered his head and forcefully kissed her lips.

He hadn't touched her since the incident in England, which had been going on for a whole ten days.

Every day, watching her walk in front of him, he felt his entire body boiling with temptation.

He just couldn't understand why he couldn't touch the woman he had bought.

His scorching breath covered her face, filling the air with a domineering and aggressive scent.

His towering body pressed down on her, his long legs suppressing her kicking and squirming legs.

She tightly gripped his arms, her ten fingers digging into his muscles, but he remained unmoved. His mind was consumed by a crazy thought, which was to possess her!

He kissed her passionately, forcefully invading her mouth. She bit down on his lower lip.

A strong, bloody taste spread in her mouth.

His eyes suddenly turned sinister. He released her mouth, and blood dripped from his bitten lower lip.

He got off her suddenly and threw her out.

Elena fell onto the large bed. His strength was so great that her whole body nearly came apart, and tears uncontrollably streamed down her face.

She didn't want to plead for mercy; she just stared at him angrily with her large eyes.

"Are you asking for death?"

Hassan covered his lips in a sorry state. He wasn't afraid of pain; he just didn't like her rejecting his closeness.

Other women would strip naked and jump onto his bed, but he only wanted to give her a kiss. Yet she fought back with her little hands.

"Don't touch me! Stay away from me! I hate you!" Elena resisted angrily.

"If you don’t want me to touch you, then I won't touch you. Do you think all the women in the world are extinct?"

He roared in frustration, feeling helpless for the first time, unable to release his anger.

Her disgusted gaze made him feel like a rat crossing the street.

He was upset, extremely upset!

"Nabil, arrange a woman for me!"

Hassan angrily shouted and walked out of the room in big strides, stepping on the broken door beneath his feet, making a sound as shattered as Elena's disheveled heart.

As soon as Hassan left, Noura walked in.

"Miss Walker, you better apologize to the master, or he'll be very angry."

Elena looked at Noura with resignation, "Apologize? What difference does that make? He's an inconsistent and psychologically disturbed man. He may be fine today but will explode tomorrow, driving me crazy."

Nabil was quite efficient; within half an hour, laughter of a woman could be heard from the living room.

"Mr. Al-Farouk, you haven't seen Elizabeth for so long, I thought you forgot about her."

The voice sounded spoiled, giving people goosebumps.

Elena remained sitting on the wall, resting her chin on her knee, and decided to turn off the lights in the room.

No matter what kind of woman she was, she didn't like to be seen in such a distressed state.

"Undress!" Hassan's voice, filled with dissatisfaction, came heavily, exploding in Elena's heart like a bomb.

Indeed, he was a pervert who would pursue any woman he desired!

Soon, there was a captivating sound coming from the living room. It must be said that this woman called Elizabeth was truly exceptional.

The sounds were so arousing, making people blush and feel an overwhelming surge of emotions.

Elena sat in the darkness, with waves of pleasure-filled sounds coming through the open door.

Annoyed, Elena covered her ears; the sound seemed to penetrate every pore...

Elena got up from the ground and crawled onto the large bed, hastily covering herself with the blanket.

That woman must be doing it on purpose; her voice was getting louder, intentionally audible throughout the entire villa.

Elena was provoked, unable to fall asleep at all.

The entire night, that woman kept moaning.

Hassan liked exactly this kind of physically strong and passionate woman; they were the perfect match.

In the living room, a dark expression clouded Hassan's face.

Elizabeth was on top of Hassan, moaning vigorously, but her voice clearly lacked strength.

Hassan fixed his gaze on Elena's bedroom door, imagining how she must look right now. He thought she would come out rushing, but to his surprise, she didn't even stick her head out to see what was happening.

"Enough, get off!" He forcefully pushed Elizabeth away. "You have no energy left!"

Elizabeth looked at Hassan plaintively. He beckoned her over, she thought it would be another passionate night as usual. Little did she expect that he would just have her sit on him and moan! Moreover, she moaned all night long, even if her stamina was great, it was completely depleted.

What's even more frustrating is that she was so close to such a sexy and enticing man, yet she could only watch.

Hands off, it made her feel uncomfortable all over. She tried her best to seduce him, but he resisted every time.

Only by lying on top of him could she prove that she still had a chance to seduce him.

To be honest, a high-quality man like Hassan is so remarkable that even if she had to pay him for intimacy, she would willingly do so.

Suddenly, a thought occurred to Hassan. 'Noura, bring her out!'

'What does the master mean?' Noura asked cautiously.

"Tell her to come here immediately. Does she think she's a noble lady, enjoying the warmth of her bed?'"

Upon hearing the master's angry voice, Noura immediately understood and hurried to call Elena.

Elena had been disturbed all night and had just fallen into a drowsy sleep when she was awakened by Noura.

After putting on her clothes, Elena walked into the living room only to witness a highly provocative scene.

Elizabeth was truly beautiful, probably of mixed heritage, with an angelic face and a stunning figure. Although they were in his spacious living room, she was dressed quite revealingly, leaving little to the imagination.

Hassan, on the other hand, was still decently dressed, with his shirt unbuttoned, displaying a messy red lipstick mark on his sensual collarbone. His belt was undone... When men engage in such activities, they don't really need to remove their pants; unzipping is enough for them to have their way.

After a whole night of it, he seemed to be in good spirits now.

Elena muttered to herself while slowly approaching Hassan. "What is it?"

"From now on, you are a servant here, understand?" Hassan said coldly.

Elena felt delighted inside and immediately smiled, "Okay!"

Being a servant was definitely more lucrative than being a mistress. No need to accompany him to bed anymore.

Watching Elena's cheerful smile, Hassan's expression grew darker. He suddenly wrapped his arm around Elizabeth and pulled her passionately onto the couch, caressing her body and engaging in a passionate, lingering kiss...

Elena stared at him in shock and suddenly felt extremely disgusted.

After a while, Hassan reluctantly let go of Elizabeth and affectionately asked, "Darling, what do you want to eat? Let this maid do it; she's quite skilled."

Elizabeth noticed the sudden change in Hassan's attitude and glanced at the delicate girl in front of her. It all made sense now.

So, Hassan had summoned her late at night not for a romantic encounter, but out of jealousy towards this girl.

The girl before her appeared to be in her early twenties, with a clean and delicate face, sparkling bright eyes, and a slightly teasing smile with a hint of stubbornness that couldn't be concealed.

She had an overly slender figure, Elizabeth observed.

After observing Elena for a while, it was impossible to associate her with words like "seductive" or "alluring," but it was apparent that the CEO seemed quite fond of her. The only reasonable explanation was that Hassan's taste in women had changed!

‘Well, since it's all an act, I might as well go all out. Who knows, I might earn some brownie points from Hassan’. Elizabeth fluttered her enchanting eyelashes and said, "Hmm, I feel like having roast turkey!"

Having roast turkey for breakfast? Elena was shocked! Hassan really had a unique taste in women.

"Sure, I'll go reserve a table for you both!" Elena appeared to be very happy.

"You can do it yourself!" Hassan's face turned icy as he ordered in a stern tone.

"Alright, alright, I will do it." Elena complied.

And so, for the first time, roast turkey appeared on their breakfast table.

"Oh, Mr. Al-Farouk, could you please cut the meat for me?" Elizabeth's sweet voice, filled with a hint of reproach, continued to torment Elena's ears.

"What are you standing there for? Hurry up and cut it for her. Cut whatever she wants to eat..." Hassan said with a cold face.

Elizabeth noticed how Hassan was bossing Elena around, not paying any attention to her. Suddenly, she began to think that maybe she had gotten it all wrong. This made her come up with even more malicious ideas.

"Oh, by the way, you maid...you can skip the roast turkey. Take my freshly-worn underwear and my high heels and clean them for me. Be careful not to damage my stockings. They need to be hand-washed, no washing machine allowed!"

"Wash underwear?" Elena was furious. She thought she must have gone deaf. She would never stoop so low as to wash his woman's underwear.

Elizabeth looked at Elena standing still, pretending to be aggrieved as she leaned on Hassan, instigating even more trouble. "Mr. Al-Farouk, this maid of yours isn't obedient at all. It seems like she doesn't want to wash my underwear!"