Free Web NovelChapter 27: Chapter 27: So Aggrieved by His Touch?
He was punishing her for her inattentiveness.
"Let Wendy Wyatt go."
She dodged his lips. Her voice grew louder, and though her tone was soft, it was firm.
Tristan Sterling looked up, meeting her tear-filled eyes.
A mist clouded her gaze as she looked at him, looking utterly pitiful.
A flash of displeasure crossed the man’s lust-filled eyes.
His large hand seized her chin, forcing her averted face back toward him. ƒгeewebnovёl.com
He lowered his head, his lips hovering near hers as he breathed a chilling warning, "Say one more word to spoil my fun and see what happens."
Holly Sinclair obediently shut her mouth.
Tristan Sterling was satisfied.
His lips kissed her chin, then moved to her long, fair neck...
Holly desperately tried to control her emotions and her body, refusing to give him the slightest response.
However—
Even though she inwardly resisted and rejected his kiss, her body was far too familiar with him.
Under his deliberate assault, she couldn’t stop herself from trembling slightly.
She used every ounce of her strength to keep from making a sound.
’I hate him!’
’And I hate myself even more!’
’I hate him for his vile behavior, for taking advantage of my desperation. But I hate myself even more for being so useless.’
’I don’t love him anymore, so why am I still letting him control me?!’
The man’s breathing grew heavier, and his kisses became more scalding.
Holly felt utterly humiliated.
Sorrow and bitterness filled her heart, and a tear escaped from the corner of her eye.
Tristan Sterling’s thin lips traveled upward until they reached her cheek, where they paused.
The wet, salty taste.
He looked up, his sharp brows knitting together.
Holly’s eyes were closed, tears already soaking her temples.
She was crying silently, tragically.
Tristan Sterling’s face instantly became terrifyingly grim, a bone-deep chill seeping out of him.
’She doesn’t want me to touch her!!’
Watching the tears stream endlessly from the corners of her eyes was like having a bucket of ice water poured over him. The lustful fire in Tristan Sterling’s body was extinguished in an instant.
’Is being touched by me really that much of an injustice?’
"Get out."
His interest completely gone, Tristan Sterling stood up, stepped back, and sat down in his chair with a blank expression.
As he leisurely smoothed the wrinkles on his clothes, he coldly spat out those two words.
The man’s sudden withdrawal stunned Holly.
She opened her teary eyes and slowly pushed herself up, staring blankly at the man whose face was now an icy mask.
’He...’
’He doesn’t want me anymore?’
Holly silently breathed a sigh of relief.
’That’s great!’
’It’s more than I could have hoped for!’
She quickly scrambled off the desk, clumsily straightening her disheveled clothes and skirt.
At the same time, she asked cautiously, "Then, Wendy..."
"Get the hell out!"
He might have been fine if she hadn’t brought it up, but the mention of Wendy’s name made him fly into a rage.
"Tristan Sterling, are you going to go back on your word?"
Seeing him turn hostile and deny everything, Holly had enough. She glared at him, her eyes red with anger.
’How could he be so shameless!’
’He bullies me and then tries to back out of the deal?’
"Did I promise you anything?" Tristan Sterling’s lips curved into a cold sneer as he scoffed.
"..." Holly was speechless.
’He hadn’t!’
’From beginning to end, he never once agreed to let Wendy Wyatt go.’
’So, even after she had begged him like this, he was still determined to get revenge for Vivian Linton?’
Holly was filled with both anger and pain.
’She was so stupid.’
’To think that if she just humbled herself, begged him, and let him bully her, he would show some mercy.’
’It turned out...’
’For the one who is not loved, no amount of groveling could ever earn a shred of his pity.’
Holly lowered her gaze and gave a bitter smile.
Biting her lip, she desperately suppressed the ache in her heart, forbidding herself from crying again.
’She shouldn’t have come.’
’She should never have held out any hope for him!!’
She silently straightened her clothes, then pulled her hair forward to hide the marks he had left on her neck as best she could.
Once she was sure she was presentable enough to be seen, Holly grabbed her bag and turned to leave.
Tristan Sterling’s face was as black as coal as he coldly watched the little woman walk out with her back held straight.
’So stubborn!’
’She did something wrong, yet she doesn’t even know how to properly beg for forgiveness.’
After a moment of contemplation, he picked up his phone and made a call to Connor Grant.
...
Outside the CEO’s office.
Vivian Linton was hiding behind a man-high potted plant.
She watched as Holly Sinclair walked out of Tristan Sterling’s office.
When she saw the suggestive love bite on Holly’s neck, her hands clenched into fists.
’That bitch, Holly Sinclair!’
’How dare she come to the company to seduce Tristan!’
Vivian Linton peered into the office.
She happened to see Tristan Sterling staring intently at Holly’s departing figure with a burning gaze...
It was an aggressive look, as if he wanted to devour her, bones and all.
Her nails dug deep into her palms. Vivian Linton’s face was twisted with hatred as she gritted her teeth.
Everyone knew that Tristan Sterling doted on her, loved her, and showed her endless favoritism.
But whether in the past or now, he had never once looked at her with that kind of gaze.
A calculating glint flashed in Vivian Linton’s eyes.
She took out her phone and sent a message to her assistant—
"Get a contract ready for me immediately!"
...
Holly Sinclair rested her head on the steering wheel, crying silently.
A profound sense of powerlessness settled over her heart like a dark cloud, making it hard for her to breathe.
’Wendy went to the police station for her, yet she couldn’t do anything to get her out.’
’She was so useless!’
Suddenly, her phone chimed with a text message notification.
It was a message from an unknown number.
She opened it—
"If you want to save Wendy Wyatt, come to The Whispering Mug Café immediately."
Half an hour later, Holly Sinclair was standing in front of Vivian Linton.
When she saw that the person who had summoned her was Vivian Linton, Holly turned to leave.
"Don’t you want to save Wendy Wyatt anymore?"
Vivian Linton’s voice rang out slowly, filled with smugness and provocation.
Holly whipped her head around.
Her eyes were bloodshot as she glared viciously at Vivian Linton.
This only made Vivian Linton smile more brightly.
Putting on the air of a socialite, she gently stirred her coffee, her gaze fixed on Holly, hiding a barely perceptible viciousness and jealousy.
"Holly Sinclair, you know Tristan loves me very much. He gets terribly distressed if I even get a little bump or scratch. Now that Wendy Wyatt has dared to harm me so recklessly, do you really think Tristan will let her off easy?"
Vivian Linton theatrically touched the bandage on her forehead, her every word deliberately chosen to twist the knife in Holly’s heart.
Holly pressed her lips together, her face an icy mask, and said nothing.
She knew Vivian Linton was doing it on purpose, but her heart still couldn’t help but ache.
’Tristan Sterling really is ruthless!’
’Vivian Linton’s forehead injury could be fixed with a single bandage, yet he insisted on having Wendy locked up.’
’And he even slapped her with the charge of "intentional assault"!’
’He despised her, so much so that he couldn’t even tolerate the person closest to her!’
Vivian Linton picked up her coffee, took a delicate sip, then set it down with what she considered great elegance. Her smile was arrogant and sinister.
"Holly Sinclair, you know very well what Tristan is capable of. Getting blacklisted or thrown in jail would be getting off easy. He has countless ways to make Wendy Wyatt wish she were dead."
"Spit it out!"
Holly couldn’t take it anymore and snarled through gritted teeth.
She almost never cursed, but Vivian Linton didn’t deserve the courtesy of civilized words.
If it weren’t for her upbringing, she would have cursed her out with the most vicious words imaginable.
"I can get Tristan to let Wendy Wyatt go, but you have to sign this."
Finally getting to the point, Vivian Linton couldn’t be bothered with any more nonsense and shoved a document directly in front of Holly.
Holly lowered her gaze to look at it.
It was an agreement.
The contents of the agreement were—
