NovelEnglishChapter 38 You're Asking for Trouble
The door to the master bedroom slammed shut, and Charlotte was thrown onto the bed.
The mattress was soft, and she bounced slightly upon impact. Arthur's expression was dark, a cold, dangerous
aura radiating from him. She tried to scramble away immediately.
His expression was terrifying.
Before she could get very far, he gripped her ankle, yanking her back with force, and his heavy body cdown
on top of hers.
“You're asking for trouble.”
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Arthur's voice was low and menacing, his breath hot against her ear, making her body shiver.
She was trapped beneath him, unable to
move.
“Arthur, letgo...
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But his voice was icy as he spoke, “You've lost your memory, yet you keep provoking me. I'm not holding it
against you because | know your memory will cback. But Charlotte, how could you treat Julius like that?
He's your son. You used to care about him so much. What exactly are you trying to do?”
He grabbed her chin, forcing her to look at him.
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Charlotte's brow furrowed deeply, and her breathing grew shallow.
“You can say all of this, but I really don’t remember. What am | supposed to do?”
Arthur's eyes turned cold as he stared at her. “He’s sick. You couldn’t even cook a meal for him? Even if it was
just for show? Charlotte, are you really suffering from amnesia, or are you just using it as an excuse to act out?”
Her heart skipped a beat, and she quickly responded, “I'm sorry. I'll cook now.”
“It’s too late.”
She softened, but it didn’t please him. His grip on her chin tightened.
Her lips were red and full, like ripe
cherries, but she always said things that pushed him to the edge.
Without warning, he leaned down and kissed her.
Charlotte's eyes widened in shock, and she struggled desperately, trying to break free.
But it was no use. He was too heavy, like a mountain pressing her down.
His fingers moved up her skirt, brushing against her sensitive spots with practiced precision.
They had been married for five years, and their physical relationship had always been smooth. He knew exactly
what made her respond.
Though she had lost her memory, her body remembered him, and it quickly reacted, giving him the satisfaction
he
craved.
Even with their bodies so close, his eyes remained cold. “Charlotte, your body is far more honest than your
words.”
Her breath becragged, her eyes reddened, a soft mist clouding her
gaze.
This time, he wasn’t just toying with her.
For a moment, she didn’t know how to
escape.
He kissed her shoulder repeatedly, sometimes gentle and soft, other times rough and biting, leaving behind a
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He had never liked her clothes.
With a sudden, forceful motion, he tore her dress apart, the cold air rushing in, making her shiver.
“Kneel,” he commanded, his voice cold and unwavering as his hand gripped her waist.
Charlotte bit her lip, her voice trembling. “You can’t do this to me. | don’t even know you. What you're doing is...
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Arthur’s expression remained unchanged. “But legally, you're my wife. It’s your duty.”
Her eyes filled with tears. “I don’t want this, Arthur. If you touch me, I'll hate you forever!”
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Her voice broke, thick with emotion, the words coming out in a choked sob.
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Arthur paused for a moment, then suddenly flipped her over. His eyes swept over her body, soft, delicate,
trembling slightly with every breath.
His throat tightened, and he had a cruel smile. “Do you think | care?”
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