Free Web NovelChapter 769: Chapter 759: Whoever Makes You Cry, I Will Destroy
"Jade, don’t plead with him, don’t beg a demon," Nathan Knight rose from the ground. "Don’t go to him for anyone’s sake. Even if I die once more, I don’t want you to beg him."
Yulia O’Connell closed her eyes in pain, her grip on the man’s shirt gradually tightening, she tiptoed to kiss the man beside her, pressing her lips firmly against his.
"Jade," Nathan Knight spoke, but was knocked down to the ground by a heavy punch, unable to fight back.
Cole O’Connell remained still because the depth of her kiss was not enough to stop him, nor enough to dissipate the anger in his chest.
Yulia O’Connell’s kissing technique was inexperienced and lacking any skill. Over the years, Cole had always maintained control, although they’d kissed, it was only a few times, and he had never taught her how to kiss, merely enjoying her innocence.
"Yulia O’Connell"
The sound of Nathan’s pained desperation was in her ears.
Yulia ruthlessly entwined her petite tongue into Cole’s mouth, mimicking the way he usually kissed her to kiss him, drawing his tongue.
Five whole minutes passed, and Cole O’Connell showed no intention of stopping, as if declaring sovereignty to Nathan Knight, declaring whose woman she really was and who she could kiss.
Yulia’s tongue went numb from the kiss, somewhat dejected, she wanted to pull away.
Cole O’Connell, however, tightened his grip at that moment, fully enveloping her into his British-styled coat. The cigarette butt at his fingertips was thrown to the ground, unhesitant as he claimed dominance, fiercely and arrogantly kissing her crimson lips, his right hand slipping into her shirt, fully grasping.
The sensation of shame immediately flooded through Yulia O’Connell’s entire body.
The bodyguards dared not look, but that didn’t mean Nathan Knight couldn’t see. Although he couldn’t see Yulia’s expression at that moment, he clearly saw Cole’s hand reaching into her garment, the devastation engulfed him.
Having kissed enough, Cole O’Connell’s cold gaze swept over the man on the ground, "See clearly, she is my woman now. Don’t foolishly ram against the window next time."
The black car sped away, Nathan Knight’s eyes sinisterly fixed on the vehicle. Yulia O’Connell was his, she had to be his.
In the mansion.
Yulia O’Connell kept her eyes shut, because she knew Cole wouldn’t do anything to her.
Cole O’Connell placed the curled-up kitten-like figure in his arms onto the soft, plush bed, his hands on either side of her body, leaning down to gently kiss away the tear stains on her small face, bit by bit until it was clean.
"Yulia O’Connell, don’t let me see you cry for another man again, understand? Otherwise, whoever you cry for, I’ll destroy!"
The vicious warning voice, Yulia knew he would do as he said, she kept her eyes closed and curled up tighter, she had no right to resist.
Cole O’Connell stood up, looked down at the huge tent propped up beneath him, lit a cigarette, and stood silently by the window, his mind filled with the figure from years ago, her smiling at him.
So young she would surround him, calling him brother, brother, not knowing each call would ignite a fire within him.
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A week later, Old Master Seymour passed away. He left peacefully, and the Seymour Family held a funeral.
"Melody, if there’s anything at all, you must tell Mom. Mom will definitely come and find you," Sila held Melody Thorne’s hand, extremely reluctant to let go, wishing her daughter could stay by her side forever.
