NovelEnglishAnger prated the darkness.
Rosalie was about to throw the vase down when suddenly, the door was forced open. A few men in black barged in and charged toward her at the speed of light, snatching the vase from her hands and successfully subduing her.
Everything happened so quickly, she had no chance to react. It was as if they knew about her secret attack beforehand and were on standby outside, ready to barge in anytime.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtAfter Rosalie was subdued, she instinctively struggled against their hold.
"Letgo, letgo!" The lights in the room were switched on and Sebastian sat up calmly on the bed. Fatigue was etched in his eyes and he pinched the bridge of his nose as he let out a sigh. When he looked at Rosalie, his eyes were filled with disappointment and helplessness. "Rose, didn't I tell you this before? Be good, but now you're..." Sebastian saw the vase and knew that if he had been smashed by that thing, he would have needed emergency rescue even if he managed to survive.
He didn't look very angry, but more upset than anything. However, the disappointment in his eyes seemed to be the calm before the storm.
"Why did you do that? You actually wanted to kill me. How could you have such wicked thoughts?" He looked confused as he rubbed his forehead. "I really don't understand. I treat you so well, why won't you stay by my side and behave?" Rosalie gritted her teeth, her eyes filled with hatred. "Sebastian Carter, I hate you!" "Hate?" Sebastian wasn't surprised to hear that. She had said that many times and he knew she hated him to do core.
But so what? The look in Sebastian's eyes becmore and more frightening.
Peace and quiet returned to the room and those men who barged in had left.
Rosalie's legs and arms were all stretched up and tied down to the bed posts. Sebastian stood by the bedside and gently tugged at the tie he put around her neck.
Rosalie felt suffocated.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmShe was naked as Sebastian stared at her. Being in this state made her feel an overwhelming sense of shame.
Sebastian's hand glided from her shoulder to her stomach, which was covered with stretch marks.
"Rosalie, it must have been tough being pregnant and giving birth. You narrowly escaped death and almost lost your life bringing Steve into this world and now you're left with these scars. How could a man who genuinely loves you bear to let you go through childbearing? They're all such hypocrites. I, on the other hand, had a vasectomy and won't let you have babies. I'm so good, aren't I?" "Sebastian Carter, don't find excuses for your filthiness. I wanted to bear a child myself. No one forcedinto it. I'm willing to bear a child with the man love, be it Theo or Justin As for you, I actually should call you cousin." A mocking smile stretched across Rosalie's face. She knew that flaring up, throwing a tantrum, and being hysterical were all useless.
The only way was to refute him calmly, mocking him with calm words.
"Alright, just callthat from now on." Sebastian had lost his mind long ago.
So what if she called him cousin? Did she think he really cared about that? If he did, he wouldn't have kidnapped Rosalie all the way here.
He lay by Rosalie's side and caressed the stretch marks on her stomach. They had an interesting texture to it, he thought. "Rose, I'll let you undergo surgery to remove the stretch marks. I don't like the marks left behind by someone else, not even your own son."
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