Free Web NovelChapter 1142: Chapter 1142: Nothing But a Pet
He didn’t expect that when he came back, she would tell him to find another woman!
The anger burned fiercely, growing more intense!
He had never been rejected like this before! It truly felt like he was feeding a white-eyed wolf with kindness!
Jose Floyd’s anger reached its peak; no one had ever made him this furious before! This girl he brought back from the bar easily drove him to lose his mind every time!
Jose Floyd forgot how it all started, in a state of complete irrationality. ƒreewebɳovel.com
Until—
"It hurts!" Nicole’s body and voice trembled violently.
Jose Floyd’s eyes lowered, looking at Nicole’s tightly furrowed brows. Regret, self-blame, and tenderness flashed through his eyes, and he stopped hurting her, not daring to move an inch.
"Jose Floyd, you bastard!" Nicole, on the verge of fainting, shouted with a trembling voice.
Suddenly, she raised her head and fiercely bit into Jose Floyd’s shoulder!
Her pain was excruciating.
She wanted him to taste her suffering.
Jose Floyd didn’t even flinch, silently enduring Nicole’s hatred.
He made no move, nor did he attempt to touch her.
Nicole’s eyes, clouded with mist, slowly lifted, gazing at the side profile and eyes of the person so close to her.
Jose Floyd also lowered his eyes, looking at the person right before him. His voice sounded indifferent, yet there was a barely discernible softness in his gaze, "If it hurts, just bite."
As his words fell, while Nicole was still in a daze, Jose Floyd’s movements became much gentler than before.
It was at this moment that the wall clock in the room chimed the hour mark.
It was twelve o’clock; her eighteenth birthday had ended.
He really did what he always wanted to do on her eighteenth birthday...
Underneath, Nicole pursed her lips tightly.
Thinking about truly having nothing, her mood felt heavy. fɾēewebnσveℓ.com
Still hurting, her body trembled, and she shouted at him like venting, "Jose Floyd, how can you be such a bastard!... I hate you!...You are utterly shameless!"
Her voice of scolding and complaining grew weaker, until in the end, Nicole couldn’t make another sound.
It felt as if she had been run over by a wheel, experiencing the extreme pain of separation of flesh and bone.
When Jose Floyd left, Nicole’s body curled up in pain, her face somewhat pale.
Nicole was half dead, lying motionless, only her teeth chattering from the pain.
Jose Floyd got up to take a shower, and when he returned, wrapped in a bathrobe, his face was exceptionally cold and indifferent.
He lit a cigarette, his gaze deep, but the corner of his eye always rested on the pale-faced person.
Just then, in the silent room, the phone rang.
Jose Floyd answered the call.
Whatever was said on the phone made his gaze colder than ever.
So cold that Nicole, lying in bed, felt the temperature in the room drop by several degrees.
"Fine—you want it, you can have it! It’s just a pet... I’m tired of it, was planning to get someone else!"
The cold and heartless tone made Nicole’s fingers suddenly tighten, lying under the covers, her body trembling even more...
After hanging up the phone, Jose Floyd remained silent for over ten seconds. He exhaled a cloud of swirling smoke, then coldly said to the person on the bed, "Tomorrow, go to Jude Charington’s, and don’t come back after that."
With one sentence, as cold as ice, he handed Nicole a verdict.
