"I'm telling you, don't waste your energy. Don't even think about getting rid of me in this life!" When she woke up again, she was tied to a bed and could not move.
A man's quiet warning through gritted teeth rang out next to her ear.
Mollie was taken aback. The surroundings were all too familiar-the spacious, intricately carved bed, the billowing white chiffon curtains... She was in her and Jonathon's bedroom!
It was the place she once thought was a cage.
She didn't understand what was going on. Did she go back to the past?
"Are you distracted?"
The man on top of her grabbed her face. His expression was fierce, but his eyes were filled with affection.
"Don't even think you can escape again!"
She could feel the high body temperature of the man lying on top of her as she stared at him.
Looking at the familiar red fingerprints on his face, she couldn't help smiling.
That's right! This was the day when she wanted to get engaged to that scumbag in her previous life. When she was brought home and imprisoned by Jonathan, she slapped him in the face in a fit of anger. He was so angry that he pressed her against the big bed and took her first time right there and then. She had really been reborn!
"Why are you smiling? Are you inwardly calling me a pervert again?"
His voice was sharp, and the contours of his cold face became more and more obvious as his anger grew. His eyes, dripping with lust, were stained with an indescribable scarlet red. Despite that, his lips were completely pale.
"Jonathon..."
Her heart ached at the thought of how he looked before he died.
After dying once herself, she could now clearly see what was right and wrong, and what was love and ruthlessness.
The cruel one was never Jonathon; it was her lover Corey Hill, who she mistakenly thought was true love but was actually manipulating her.
Step by step, Corey used his gentleness to conquer her, making her believe she had found salvation in freedom. However, the result was far from it, it was all a scheme to deceive her into an engagement, ultimately aiming to take over the Hays family's property!
He might have told her that he loved her, but he wasted no time in pursuing that bad woman, Stefanie, right after he abandoned Mollie.
On the other hand, because of her engagement with Corey, Jonathon took her home and imprisoned her.
Even though she turned his home upside down, he still stubbornly kept her here.
She didn't know whether he was trapping her or himself.
Being the proud and outstanding figure that he was, countless women pursued him eagerly. Yet, he chose to tie himself to her, and in the process, he completely lost his identity and turned into an empty shell of a human.
He even stabbed his heart with a dagger for her... Thinking of this, Mollie subconsciously kissed the thin lips that were close to her.
There were ripples of love in her eyes. She licked him gently like a kitten and even stuck out her tongue to touch him.
Jonathon could not help but freeze in that instant.
He had never seen her make the first move before.
Pulling away, he stared at woman under him. His initially cold eyes became charming at this moment, and he gazed at her with affection.
In the past, she would always curse at him and resist him with all her might. She would not stop until she bit his lips and drew blood.
Could it be... that she wanted to seduce him again?
Was she still thinking to escape and go to Corey?!
Sure enough, he heard her say, "Honey, can you untie my hands? It doesn't feel comfortable kissing you like this. I want to hug you..." Jonathon's eyes darkened.
"Mollie, I won't let you go!" He then tore her clothes apart and kissed her on the neck.
"Oh...Mollie did not really mind much.
When she opened her heart and accepted Jonathon, her body couldn't help but respond to him and move closer. For the first time, she let go of her inhibitions and let out soft, arousing moans.
Her body was so soft that it intoxicated Jonathon. He looked at her reddened wrist and finally couldn't help but untie the shackles on the bed and completely pressed her against his chest.
"Mr. Hudson..." The next second, a pair of slender arms wrapped around him without hesitation.
Mollie whispered, "I'm sorry, Mr. Hudson."
She failed to see things clearly in the past. Not only did she mistake deep feelings for trivial matters, but she also offered her genuine heart to a deceitful person.
She wouldn't do it again this time! She buried her head into Jonathon's chest and murmured, "I know you feel tormented, loving a woman like me who doesn't understand things easily. I promise, from now on, I'll genuinely love you. Can we stop hurting each other, please?"
Jonathon's heart seemed to have been torn apart by something. He stared at Mollie with bloodshot eyes.
"Now that you failed to seduce me, are you going to try and gain my sympathy instead?"
"Don't try to fool me again!"
He couldn't stand these gentle words of love coming out of her mouth she uttered just to find a chance to escape. Mollie shook her head.
"Mr.Hudson, I'm not lying to you!"
"I want to get along with you. Can you give me another chance?"
Jonathon shot her a strange look as if he wanted to stare a hole through her.
"Do you know what you're talking about?"
She nodded obediently and moved her knuckles to the buttons of the man's shirt. She coyly purred, "The pleasures of the night are fleeting, Mr. Hudson. We must treasure them. You've stripped me of my clothes, but you remain immaculately dressed. That's not fair"
With that, she undid the man's shirt and stretched out her hand towards his abdominal muscles.
Her eyes were watery when she looked at him tenderly.
"Love me, please?"
Jonathon's mind went blank, and his reason vanished!
So what if she was trying to seduce him or gain his sympathy?
This was his Mollie... He couldn't refuse her!
He allowed himself to fall into her seduction. After he quickly peeled off her clothes, he pressed her under his body, completely shedding his defenses as he engaged in a thorough conquest and indulgence.
"You asked for it, Mollie."
This time, their intimacy was both gentle and harmonious, sometimes like a fierce storm, other times like a tender moment on the brink of doomsday. It was as if two fragmented souls had merged and were radiating light.
From now on, he was within her, and she was within him. The void has vanished, leaving no cracks...