Free Web NovelChapter 315: Chapter 315: Why Pretend to Be Chaste, Pure, or Virtuous?
As she gazed at the man’s face, fully loaded with sarcasm, the blood gradually drained from the girl’s beautiful face.
Zion Prescott was right.
She had only known Jude Grant for a mere three months, and had been dating for less than half a month.
How could such a short relationship possibly compete with the trust Jude Grant had in Zion Prescott?
It seems like before, she had heard that Jude Grant greatly admired his little uncle.
Yet at that time, Claire Sinclair didn’t have the leisure to learn who this little uncle Jude Grant spoke of was, nor did she ever imagine that the nightmares of the past would once again shroud over her.
...
Claire Sinclair’s heart suddenly chilled to the extreme.
She melancholically lifted her eyes, her voice softly slowed.
"Mr. Prescott, what’s past is past; now we should go our separate ways. I really like Jude... Could you please let me go?"
When Claire Sinclair intimately referred to another man, even though that man was his rather close relative, Zion Prescott’s face turned extremely dark for a moment.
Yet he still wore a smile.
A smile infused with bone-chilling coldness.
"Claire Sinclair, I let you go, but who will let me go?"
Suddenly, the man unbuttoned his shirt, and this action made Claire Sinclair instantly alert.
What... What does he want to do?
The girl almost wanted to scream for help, but the man abruptly seized her hand and pressed it against his heart.
"Claire Sinclair, do you know what pain is?"
Claire Sinclair suddenly froze.
She felt the warm, pulsating heart beneath her palm and didn’t quite understand what Zion Prescott intended, so she could only lift her eyes, unexpectedly meeting Zion Prescott’s gaze.
Those deep, deep eyes were hiding a darkness that Claire couldn’t comprehend.
"Every time I think of that rainy night you left, I wish I could cut this heart out so it would never feel pain again. Do you understand that feeling?"
"And on that day, when I was going to find you, my mother disregarded her illness and ran out, she..."
The man’s voice was hoarse, carrying a deadly frailty.
He choked for a moment, but didn’t continue.
"Are you saying, Mrs. Prescott, she..." passed away?
Claire Sinclair looked incredulously, eyes wide, the last three words stuck in her throat, unable to come out.
How could it be like this?
Even though life is unpredictable, the fragility of life to this extent still brings endless sighs...
Claire Sinclair had never seen Zion Prescott like this. It seemed that no matter when, he was always supposed to be a leader who could orchestrate everything, never with any weaknesses or vulnerabilities.
"I... I’m very sorry..."
Claire Sinclair’s delicate eyelashes fluttered.
But almost at the same moment, she was suddenly embraced by Zion Prescott.
The man’s hands were clenched into fists, holding her tightly.
"At that time, I swore if I met you again, I would definitely take revenge on you and let you feel this pain as well."
"..."
Claire Sinclair fearfully raised her head. When she looked at the man’s eyes again, there was clearly no softness or vulnerability, only an overwhelming hatred.
"What are you trying to do?"
She wanted to call for help, but suddenly, something fine like a needle pierced into her skin.
Her body turned weak, and her throat felt uncomfortable, this feeling of losing control sent a chill down her spine.
And Zion Prescott looked down at her from above.
With a hand accustomed to holding a scalpel, he placed it on her slender neck.
For a moment, Claire Sinclair thought he was going to kill her.
But he didn’t.
The man didn’t do that. Instead, he leisurely began to take off her clothes. Her buttons were undone one by one.
!!!
Fear gripped her heart.
Claire Sinclair was truly at the brink of despair now. She frantically wanted to struggle, but there was no strength, her entire body felt like it was falling apart.
Soon enough, the clothing meant to cover her body was stripped away.
The girl’s perfect and delicate silhouette was thus exposed.
Zion Prescott’s gaze seemed mixed with ice.
"Is it that painful? I’ve seen your body before, or do you think Jude would still like a despicable woman like you once he knows?"
"..."
Claire Sinclair froze, as if thrown into a land of ice and snow.
The way the man scrutinized her was the harshest torture in the world.
Tears welled up uncontrollably.
Did he really have to humiliate her to feel satisfied?
She mouthed a plea to the man.
——Please don’t... Don’t treat me like this...
And finally, Zion Prescott felt a hint of satisfaction. He reached out his hand and brushed it unemotionally over the girl’s skin as smooth as jade.
"Why cry? You should have been used to being treated like this, right? It was me then, and now it’s Jude. For a woman like you, who can sell everything for money, how many rich sons have been at your feet over these years?"
"So now, why pretend to be a chaste, upright woman?"
Zion Prescott almost articulated every word of this.
Even as he spoke such unpleasant words, that deep, elegant voice maintained an inherent nobility.
Yet tears kept falling from Claire Sinclair’s eyes.
——Too humiliating.
Staring at the girl’s teary eyes, Zion Prescott’s gaze grew even murkier.
Yet he only looked coldly down at Claire Sinclair, that icy gaze like a poison-laced sword, ready to flay her skin and flesh.
"Rest assured, I have no interest in touching a filthy woman like you, but what you owe me, I will take back, one way or another."
The man scoffed coldly, glanced over Claire Sinclair’s nearly perfect body, took out his phone, and snapped several photos suddenly.
"Look, isn’t it beautiful?"
Seeing the photos on Zion Prescott’s phone, Claire Sinclair felt chilled to the core.
He didn’t actually touch her.
But this humiliation was even more unbearable than if he had!
...
Time passed second by second; it was unknown how much time had passed before Zion Prescott leisurely helped her dress back up.
Not in the original clothes.
But in the winter couture dress Master Eric had made, bought by Jude.
"Such a beautiful dress, it’s a shame to have it on you, wouldn’t you say?"
Zion Prescott let out a cold laugh at the corner of his lips, coldly cupped the girl’s jaw, and fed her a pill.
Claire Sinclair involuntarily swallowed it.
"You beast!"
Suddenly, she felt as though a spring of clear water flowed through her throat.
She... She could make a sound!
Hot, scalding tears tumbled down her cheeks.
Yet Zion Prescott remained indifferent; he observed the girl’s face of sorrow, his gaze dark.
"I’ll give you one month to break up with Jude, or else suffer the consequences."
The man shook the photos in his hand and decisively left.
Claire Sinclair blankly hugged her knees.
Pain stabbed at her heart.
Finally, at that moment, urgent calls echoed from outside the corridor.
"Claire, are you feeling unwell? Haven’t you changed yet?"
