Chapter 10 Didn't You Want Man?

Clinton didn't like her demeanor at that time.
She called him crazy!
Who gave her the right to repel her owner?
Her silence triggered his anger.
He frowned his eyebrows and talked with disturbing voice, which was so different from his usual calm tone.
"The reason you don't want to get divorced is just because you want man."
"...... "
Sandra couldn't believe what he said and looked up with her dark eyes, hurt was written in them.
Did he treat her always in that way?
What did he take her for!
Her heart seemed to be punched heavily. She closed her eyes and didn't want to say anything.
But in Clinton's eyes, it meant as accepting defeat, giving in.
He was satisfied and continued while touching her shining dark hair.
"I know it was unfair to you, so I chose the best kid for you. And I won't bother you with Charlize's eyes. I will ask the Wilsons to pay for it.
His condescending tone seemed like a mercy for her.
Sandra was in the blanket, shivering, although she didn't feel cold or warm.
She was just his toy, that was all.
Her eyelashes trembled slightly and then opened, keeping calm pretentiously.
"The purpose you came today was for the ring?"
He paused for a while.
His purpose ...?
He remembered that Charlize put on deliberately the silk night dress with the intention of making love with him that night.
But although Charlize was in his arms, what showed up in his mind was Sandra's face.
Then his cock couldn't get hard anymore.
It made Charlize think that he didn't love her anymore, and explained to him again and again that Jon Wilson didn't rape him, and she was still a virgin. She asked him not to loathe her.
Clinton tried to explain but in vain.
After she fell asleep, he came to Sandra for no reason.
His eyebrows were frowned for some reasons that was hard to interpret, and also a bit angry for being seen through.
Sandra gazed at him for quite a long time, until he curled his lips and spoke.
"Otherwise, what do you think I am here for? For you?"
Her heart sank to the bottom of the abyss.
She didn't know how long it lasted until she started to speak.
"When you were proposing, you said clearly... clearly..."
She dared not to look at his eyes. As she was not eloquent as usual, she uttered few words and then couldn't continue.
"What did I say?"
Clinton suddenly understood what she meant and put on a meaningful smile.
"Yeah, I did say that I was interested in you."
Sandra continued to gaze at his eyes, watching him flirting with her bosom, touching and squeezing skillfully.
"I do have interest in you."
Her soft texture provided him with great satisfaction, which made him moan even.
"But only in your body."
It was like the death penalty that put her heart again into the abyss.
She was stiff. Her eyes were tainted with perplex and hollowness.
Her fragile expression woke something up in Clinton.
He was unhappy with the sympathy he felt for her, and then he came closer to her ear to emphasis.
"Sandra, you should know clearly that sex interest has nothing to do with love. These are two different issues."
He was telling her, and at the same time, he was also warning himself.
In the early days he swore to himself that he would only love Charlize in his life.
As to Sandra, she was just his pet, his belongings.
That's all.
Sandra's brain was slow on such issue.
He said sex interest and love were different?
She thought being together for so many years, even though he might not love her, at least he liked her, didn't he?
Obviously, she simply misunderstood everything.
Her hands in the blanket gripped together tightly till the fingertips were pale.
Clinton thought to himself to be ruthless, but still was annoyed by the blankness in her eyes. He turned her over with her fair shoulder bones towards him.
A look at her delicate good shape made his cock bulge hard.
He came down to bite a piece of her delicate neck, and murmured.
"Okay, be obedient. You only need to do something to please me now..."