7

"Even if you're my husband, you shouldn't restrict my freedom. I have my own thoughts," Aileen took a deep breath, trying to calm herself down.

"I know you're concerned about me, but I've been eyeing this job for a long time. I didn't graduate from a prestigious university like you, and I treasure this opportunity. Please let me go, okay?"

At 22 years old this year, she took a break from high school at the age of 18 and went to the UK. Thanks to her aunt's connections, she managed to get a degree, but her real educational background stopped at high school.

Over the past few days, she had sent countless resumes and finally received an interview opportunity. She didn't want to remain disconnected from society anymore.

If she was just a child born in an ordinary family, she could become a vase that could only rely on men for survival with peace of mind. But she is not, her previous education made her unable to let go of this damn self-esteem.

Despite her sincere communication, Geoffrey's attitude showed no sign of change.

Aileen ignored him and tried to walk straight to the front door. Suddenly, her body lost balance, and Geoffrey lifted her sideways, carrying her on his shoulders.

Kicking her legs in the air, unable to endure any longer, she exclaimed, "Geoffrey, you jerk."

Geoffrey threw her onto the bed and gave her a cold, piercing glance before turning to leave.

Aileen's breathing became even more difficult. Geoffrey's domineering manner brought tears to her eyes. "What kind of man are you to bully women like this?"

He paused his steps, his eyes elusive. "I don't want to know what type I am, and I don't care what I am in your eyes, I just want you to stay well now."

Seeing his strange expression, Aileen felt a bit scared, but her anger remained on her face.

Looking at the stubborn and disheveled wife on the bed, Geoffrey felt annoyed. He lifted his leg and pressed her down. Strong pheromones filled the air, and her heart pounded with both embarrassment and indignation.

Aileen's hands were pressed on her head, and his muscular thighs were pressed against her lower body. Their bodies were tightly pressed together.

"What are you doing?" Aileen's voice trembled. Even in their past life, they had never been this intimate.

Geoffrey gripped Aileen's chin, his emotions low. "I'll show you what type of man I am."

His handsome face enlarged, and the cold touch touched Aileen's lips. The sudden kiss caught people off guard like a storm, the teeth were forcibly pried open, the soft tongue slipped into the mouth, and the fiery breath hit.

"Mmm..." Aileen was frightened, her body going weak. His hand held her chin firmly, deepening the kiss as if he wanted to consume her whole.

One of his thick hands was holding the hands raised above her head, and the other was holding her chin, deepening the kiss, sometimes biting the sweet lips, sometimes licking the tender tongue, as if he wanted to tear her whole body to pieces.

"Mmm... Let me go." The suffocating feeling overwhelmed her. Aileen struggled with her legs, but the force pressing down was unyielding. Her body went limp, and her mind went blank.

“you just stay quiet and listen to me..."

The more she struggled, the more excited the man on his body became, his lips were parted and silver threads were drawn out, his eyes were covered with red threads, giving off a wolf-like gaze, blurred and dangerous.

The hand holding his chin slowly moved down, Aileen's whole nerves were stretched.

"No." She finally found her voice, hoarse and resistant. The only response she got was his heavy breathing.

The desire in the deep sleep has been aroused, the pair of calloused hands ignored the resistance, and slowly stroked the soft waist, Aileen was aroused for a while, and when his hand reached the warm underwear, her brain instantly woke up.

Smack!

Aileen slapped Geoffrey's face hard, her beautiful eyes filled with anger and indignation.

The slap made him turn his face slightly, his gold-rimmed glasses askew. His consciousness, immersed in desire, became somewhat clearer. His dark eyes stared at her fair, blushing face beneath him, her lips slightly swollen, her hair in disarray, looking as if she was about to cry.

Annoyance surged in his heart. He rolled off the bed, forcefully closed the door, and left the room.

Aileen felt as if all her strength had been drained. She watched the man's departing figure and couldn't help but shed tears.

Since their last argument, Geoffrey hadn't been home for a week, and Aileen refrained from contacting him as well.

Sitting on the couch with the TV on, a sweet and lovely female anchor named Angie appeared on the screen. She hadn't successfully risen to fame yet.

The sweet voice of the anchor sounded, "At 1 a.m. last night, the rising star of R.L Entertainment and the renowned doctor Geoffrey were seen leaving a hotel together, behaving intimately..."

Aileen saw a photo on the screen—a sexy and delicate woman intimately linked with the man in black. Though the incident happened late at night, the angle of the shot was cunning, capturing the woman's face directly. Her eyebrows looked pitifully charming, innocent and evoking sympathy.

The man's head was lowered, and his chin rested on the woman's hair, covering his eyes.

The light from the screen illuminated Aileen's fair and serene face. She thought there might have been some differences between her and Geoffrey, but fate seemed to be following the same path as in her past life.

At night, Aileen lay on the bed, her almond-shaped eyes staring blankly at the ceiling. Her long hair sprawled on the floor as she sank into memories.