Chapter 474 Making His Whole Body Tremble
Chloe saw Donovan stroll in and just shot him a quick glance, not saying a word. The kitchen was tiny; she could barely move around solo, let alone with Donovan towering over her. She instantly felt squished.
"Who?" Donovan asked Chloe.
"Huh?"
"Francis said an uncle told him about the past, and he knew you are his mother?"
"Yeah. Daniel was here earlier; he came to check out Barbara's filming."
"Did you set this up?"
Chloe's hand, which was pouring the egg mixture, suddenly froze. She was ticked off and a bit scornful.
"I'm not that slick, unlike you. The whole deal with Paisley and Janet, that was your scheme, right? You offed my mom, and now you've taken out two more people," Chloe said flatly.
Chloe's feet suddenly lifted off the ground, and she found herself perched on the counter. She didn't even know how she got up there.
"What the hell are you doing?" Chloe looked at the floor. When Donovan had picked her up, the egg mixture in her hand had splashed onto the floor.
"Jake isn't my kid!" His body was pressed tight against the counter, his gaze locked onto Chloe, his voice low.
Chloe kept struggling. She was super worried that the egg tarts would burn, which would waste all her hard work, but the more she struggled, the tighter his grip got.
One of Donovan's hands held the back of Chloe's head, while the other wrapped tightly around her waist. His forehead touched hers, and Chloe couldn't move an inch.
"After all this time with me, you still don't get my personality. You deserve to be controlled this tightly!" Donovan's low voice whispered in Chloe's ear, with a hint of resentment.
Chloe's heart raced; she hated him, but couldn't break free from him. "You slept with Janet, didn't you?" Her tone was calm, but the jealousy was clear.
"You've wanted to ask that for a while, huh?" Donovan sneered at her, mocking her. "She's got a killer body, more proactive in bed, and better at pleasing a man than you!"
Chloe's gaze dropped to the floor, suddenly feeling there was nothing more to ask.
"If that's the case, why'd you set her up and sent her to jail?" Chloe finally said after a moment, her voice trembling.
"Over time, I got tired of her. She deserved it!"
"Did Paisley deserve it too?"
"She deserved it even more! She had it coming for the cornea thing!" Donovan gritted his teeth tightly.
"There are cops and courts to deal with them! Aren't you scared? Aren't you scared they'll come for you at night?" Chloe argued, her face flushed.
"Who's the murderer?" Donovan said in a low voice. "Didn't I do this for you?"
"I didn't ask you to kill them!"
"Who killed anyone?" Donovan said through gritted teeth.
When Donovan saw Chloe again, the overwhelming desire and the strong urge to sleep with her made his whole body tremble. She had said that being over thirty and still having desires was ridiculous. Yet he, nearing forty, not only had desires but very strong ones at that. And now, Donovan, provoked by Chloe, found himself consumed by an overwhelming urge of uncontrollable desires!
Donovan suddenly kissed Chloe forcefully, parting her teeth. He missed the good times they had in bed, making love until dawn. He missed it so much.
This kiss seemed like it would last forever.
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