Chapter 125 Forced Kiss
Jane wondered why it was so difficult to maintain superficial peace. After taking a deep breath, she spun around and asked with an unreadable expression, “You’re offering to give me a ride?”
Not counting the time when he secretly watched over her, Anthony had been by her side for two years, three months, and twenty-three days. He knew her very well, keenly aware of her moods and expressions. Right now, he could tell that she was angry and planning to retaliate.
Sure enough, in the next moment, she flashed a mischievous smile, her stunning beauty momentarily disarming him. Then, she said to Clint, shrugging, “I’m of low standing and not worthy of riding in the same car as your boss. I am the enemy's daughter, after all.”
"Get in the car," Anthony commanded, his tone firm.
Jane could not see it, but behind his calm exterior, he was struggling with a tumult of emotions. His fists were clenched tightly, the veins on the back of his hands standing out starkly.
Jane responded defiantly, "If I enter the car, will you exit? It would be disrespectful to my family if I shared a vehicle with you."
She was certain Anthony would not leave the car. Without waiting for a reply, she turned to leave. But as she passed the front of the car, a sudden force yanked her back, pressing her against the hood of the Knight XV. She instinctively prepared to fight back. Her fist was raised, ready to strike, but it was caught mid-air. She then tried to kick, aiming low, but her ankle was seized, rendering her immobile. That was when Anthony's kiss came, fierce and overpowering.
Clint, witnessing the scene, chose to look away, pretending to have seen nothing.
Jane fought back fiercely, throwing punches and kicks, but Anthony skillfully countered each attempt. Eventually, worn out and breathless, she could no longer resist, and Anthony's lips and tongue continued their invasion.
A coldness flickered in Jane's eyes. She waited for the right moment and then acted. Anthony grunted as he felt a sharp pain. However, even after being bitten, he did not release her.
Clint glanced upward, his attention momentarily drawn away by the sight of two birds flying overhead, the sounds of the struggle below mixing with the chirping of the birds.
Then, a sharp ‘smack’ echoed through the air.
Clint turned to see his boss’ face slightly askew from a slap. His usually handsome face was dark with anger, looking extremely murderous. However, he knew nothing would come out of it. In this world, no one but Jane dared to slap his boss, and his boss would never retaliate against Jane. Not now, not ever.
"Anthony, let me go!" Jane demanded, wiping her mouth and glaring at Anthony with disgust.
"You’re the only person in this world who dares to slap me," Anthony said with a hint of admiration in his voice despite the blood at the corner of his mouth.
Jane's laughter rang out, tinged with defiance. "If any other man dared to do what you did, they’d be slapped as well."
In fact, throughout her twenty years of life, Anthony was the only man Jane had ever slapped. A complicated mix of emotions swirled in his eyes. She always knew how to provoke him.
Anthony's own emotions became somewhat uncontrollable when he saw the anger in Jane’s eyes. He suddenly let go of her hand and said to Clint, who was trying his best to lower his presence nearby, "Take her back."
….
In the spacious backseat of the Knight XV, Jane could still detect a faint scent of tobacco. She frowned, remembering that Anthony had not been a smoker before. Two years had changed him, it seemed.
Through the rearview mirror, she caught a glimpse of Anthony's figure standing still, as if he knew she would look back.
As Clint drove, his thoughts were preoccupied with Jane's well-being. He knew the stakes; if anything happened to her, Anthony would hold him accountable. He was not surprised by Anthony’s decision to stay behind in a place where it was difficult to hail a cab while he sent Jane back. He knew Anthony could never bear to let her walk back. The only time Anthony had been cruel to Jane was two years ago.
…
Clint broke the silence when his car stopped in front of Jane’s apartment building. He said with a sigh, "Jane, two years ago, Anthony might have seemed determined to leave, but he actually spent the entire year on missions. He forbade everyone from mentioning anything about you in front of him. Jane, he hasn’t been doing well these past two years."
"Do you think I have I been doing well then, Clint?" Jane asked, her voice laced with a hint of sarcasm.
Clint hesitated, knowing the truth of Jane's solitude and challenges since being cut off from her powerful family. “That’s not what I mean. I…”
"Well, actually, I have been doing well," Jane interrupted.
In his heart, Clint thought, ‘Doing well? You spent the holidays and New Year's alone, no longer able to buy luxury bags or cars, constantly targeted by those men, and almost being taken advantage of. How’s that doing well?’
How could life be easy for Jane who had lost the support of the Watkins family?
"Jane," Clint ventured, "Anthony has you in his heart. He bought this Knight XV with your preferences in mind. If it weren't for the lack of your identification documents, it would have been in your name by now. Love is about being together, right?"
Jane paused in the act of opening the car door. Her response was a piercing look that unsettled even Clint, someone who lived life on the edge.
Jane’s voice, filled with a mixture of regret and sorrow, echoed in the car.
"My father was responsible for the death of Anthony's father, leaving Anthony as a mere boy, with only a mother suffering from a chronic illness. This tragic act, I must acknowledge, is a sin of our family. Anthony, in his quest for justice, disguised himself as my bodyguard to gather evidence against my family, ultimately leading to the sudden downfall of the Watkins family. I have no complaints about this as well. However, my brother, he is innocent. Why must he bear the consequences of our family's misdeeds?"
As she spoke, Jane's emotions surged uncontrollably. Her eyes shone with anger as she remembered her father's indiscretions, his numerous mistresses, and the illegitimate children he left behind. It was Jovan, her elder brother, who had assumed the role of her guardian and raised her.
In the past, Jovan was a prominent figure in the business world, holding a status that rivaled that of Isaac and was almost comparable to Oliver.
Now, Jovan lay immobile on a hospital bed, his life hanging by a thread, reduced to a mere shadow of the man he once was.
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