Chapter 135
She looked dazed, tears welling up in her eyes, then her shoulders started to shake.
She cried, but no sound came out. I admit, at that moment, my heart ached.
She rolled up her sleeves, revealing the bruises on her wrists. Then, using a wet tissue, she wiped off the concealer on her neck, exposing the scabbed nail marks.
She then lifted her skirt, revealing bruises on her thighs. In that moment, I had no impure thoughts in my heart.
Finally, she unzipped the back of her dress, revealing scars of different intensities on her back and ribs.
"I'll fucking kill that scumbag! I'll make him pay!"
I let out a low growl, feeling anger welling up in my heart, almost overwhelming. She swiftly took hold of my arm. "Don't be angry. I'm feeling much better now."
I took a deep breath, quelling the anger in my heart, softly touching her wounds. "Does it hurt a lot?”
She shook her head, tears falling silently. "It doesn't hurt after you touch it."
I gently wiped away her tears. "I will never allow you to be harmed again."
"Come, lie down obediently, I'll help massage you."
Before I arrived, I purchased some medication from the pharmacy to improve blood circulation and eliminate blood stasis.
"Mm!" She nodded and lay down on the bed, a few bruises visible on her smooth, jade-like back.
"How did that scumbag hurt you?"
She buried her head in the pillow, answering, "Sometimes with punches and kicks, sometimes grabbing whatever he could to hit me."
"He frequently socializes, gets drunk, and becomes aggressive when intoxicated, directing his anger towards me. He mentioned enjoying it when I pleaded for mercy; as long as I cried and begged, he would stop. But why should I have to beg for mercy? I didn't do anything wrong!"
I suddenly felt very sad. No wonder she cried silently, without a sound.
"He's the one goofing up at the office, but then he's accusing me of cheating, all paranoid that I'm smearing his name. Each time, he's on my case, pushing to know if I've crossed him in any way."
She laughed, but her laughter was tinged with sadness. "Isn't it absurd? On one hand, he suspects me of wrongdoing; on the other, he expects me to accompany important clients for him. When I decline, he becomes violent and forces me. How can I allow him to dictate my actions?"
My heart ached. I never realized she had endured such hardships in the past.
“Finally, at that time, he beat me to the point of hospitalization, and I reached my breaking point. I began gathering evidence of his domestic violence and infidelity, which ultimately led to our divorce," she recounted.
As I applied the medicine to her hands, I felt a lump in my throat, unable to speak or swallow.
"Did you know that before I met you, I would ignore people's greetings? It feels like fate. I sense a special connection with you."
I rubbed my hands together before placing them on her back, eliciting a soft moan as I started the massage.
"It may be a bit painful at first.”
"Hmm..."
She made a slightly pained yet somewhat pleasurable sound in her throat.
"Do you think fate destined two people to be together?" she asked.
I asked, "Do you trust me?"
"Of course!" she said.
"Then, can you trust me with yourself?"
"If I do not trust you, would I come?"
"Then tell me, what's the scumbag's name and where does he work?"
She fell silent suddenly, obviously not wanting to talk.
I sighed, "Does he still harass you often?"
I refrained from pressing further.
"No, he doesn't dare!" she said, "But he often harasses my parents. He wants to remarry!"
"What do you think about that?"
"He's delusional, daydreaming!" Jenny snorted coldly, "I'll be a widow for life; there's no way I'll remarry him."
She breathed a sigh of relief and added, "Moreover, now that I have you, it's even more unlikely. One can't make the same mistake twice."
I didn't say anything, gently massaging her, her moans becoming louder. Once her back felt better, I had her turn over. Her purple lace top clung tightly to her, as if it might burst at any moment.
I almost wanted to bury my face in it.
We had seen everything we should have seen in the video call, so there was no need to be shy.
I gently massaged her ribs; the more challenging it was, the more I had to endure.
Then it was her thighs. Honestly, I almost couldn't resist; it was just too tempting.
Because we were so close, I could see everything clearly.
Suddenly, she wrapped her arms around my neck as I sat on the bed. Her breath was sweet as she whispered, "Honey, thank you!" Whenever she was emotional, she would affectionately refer to me as honey.
Before I could respond, she drew closer. In that instant, my mind was overwhelmed.
I actually kissed Jenny.
This was Jenny Smit!
Her full, sensual lips were elastic, with her agile tongue darting out and exploring recklessly in my personal space.
As she continued to passionately kiss me, I felt a moment of overwhelming intensity.
Our lips intertwined, carrying her intoxicating scent. The blood in my veins was already restless, and now it seemed to be boiling.
She seemed unable to hold back any longer, her hands in my hair, murmuring, "Honey, honey... I want..."
I was already feeling uncomfortable with the restraint, and her words made it even harder to resist.
To do or not to do?
It was a dilemma for me. If I went through with it, everything that followed would spiral out of control. Was it for immediate gratification or for the future?
I had to make a choice. After much deliberation, I made the tough decision to hold back.
I raised my head and said with difficulty, "Jenny, I can't be with you right now. You're not ready, and I haven't helped you overcome the influence of that scumbag yet!"
Jenny gasped, "Honey, I... I don't want to see you suffer like this."
Damn, what do you mean I'm suffering? Clearly, you're the one who can't hold back!
I smiled and swallowed, "No, for you, I can endure!"
I gazed at her earnestly. "While I truly desire to be close to you, to delve into your innermost being, and to have every part of you, I hope that it's only after you have freed yourself from that despicable person, without any limitations or concerns, with your heart solely focused on me, and able to be carefree with me.”
"I hope that when I kiss you, I can feel your passionate love, the kind that melts me, merges with me."
"I don't want to exploit you while you're wounded. I wish for you to show me your most beautiful self. When you're free from pain, enjoying the sunlight, holding me like an innocent and carefree girl, that's my promise to you and what I aim to achieve in the future!"
If our relationship had been more about desire before, from this moment on, I would have left an indelible mark in her heart!
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