Sweet Wife in Hidden Marriage

Chapter 46 Stay Away! Don't Come Closer!

Her anger was taken place by fear at this moment. She wanted to run away, only to be grabbed by the man's big hand on the shoulder. Then she fell hard on the bed again.

The tough woman is now shaking her head strongly with tears out of her eyes. There was nothing but a name in her mind, "Archibald".

Fear and anger were pulling her. In the faint moving figures, she didn't even recognize who had come and who carried her in the arms. The strong arms made her feel safe and comfortable. She grabbed the fancy fabrics of a suit. It was cold, and cold enough to ease the burning pain in her heart.

Lilian felt she was all wet, and she didn't know if it was sweats or water. A coldness suddenly came to her. She signed and opened her eyes, only to find herself in a bathtub. Cold water kept patting her chest.

The clothes on her body were gone. A man turned her head over and pressed his cold lips on hers. She was so obsessed with anything that was cold. So she opened her mouth and let his tongue in. The water surged over the top of her head. Then the man churned everything.

She could barely open her eyes and the fire of fury was still scorching her since. The man's tongue was taking away most of her insufferable pain. Subconsciously, she grabbed his sturdy shoulders, hoping that he would suck all pains away.

Suddenly, the water surrounding her was gone, and so was the coldness. She was about to protest, but the man's lips were still on hers. Her body had been opened, and something intruded in. She almost blacked out under the pain. Tears rolled down off her cheeks as she bit on the man's shoulder. The burning heat and pain seemed to have been taken away and flooded out of her body.

That felt like a roller coaster. She had been through ups and downs. It was thrilling, and also exhausting.

When everything calmed down, she woke up and felt a gentle hug and a cold kiss on her forehead. She felt as if she had been rescued out of an oven. She couldn't help leaning to that peaceful hug.

The sunshine flooded into the room from the window. Lilian's curled eyelashes were quivered slightly. She moaned in sleep, frowning. Her eyes were still closed.

She had pain in her head and over her body. She felt as if she could fall into pieces any time soon. Under the soft bed sheets, she was wearing nothing. The memory pieces about what happened last night flashed back to her mind.

She was drunk, and her body felt hot. Benedict's face crossed her mind. She saw four strange figures, heard dirty laughter. She couldn't get these things out of his mind.

And then... she remembered vaguely that something intruded in her body. She suddenly realized something and sat up abruptly.

Everything was in a mess. She saw her dress and underwear thrown randomly on the floor. She could smell alcohol and perfume in this room.

The quilt slid down and exposed her shoulders, on which there were distinct hickeys. At that moment, she was dumbfounded, and her mind went absolutely blank.

The door was opened. The man in a white and tidy shirt and dark pants wearing a neat tie walked in. His polished shoes were shiny.

Lilian looked up inch by inch. He was as vigorous and spirited as ever. Her arched lips collapsed when she saw the man's face. She couldn't believe this was she was with last night.

"Lilian..." Archibald called her name and walked over as he saw she was so quiet.

She was like a frightened hedgehog whose spikes stood up all of a sudden. Her first reaction was trying to grab something near her. Finally, she caught a pillow threw it at him.

"Go away! Don't come over!" As she spoke out, she meltdown and her tears streamed out of her eyes. She felt so ashamed to standing in front of him. She felt herself so dirty, and him so pure and clean.

After she threw away the pillow, she cuddled herself in the quilt and trembled uncontrollably. She hugged herself and couldn't help crying. She bit her lips and the crying sounded like moaning.

Archibald closed his eyes and pressed his fist against his forehead. He breathed deeply because he had run into his fearest situation. He looked at the bulging on the bed and listened to the weeping of the woman. He was hesitating whether he should go to her or not.

"Lilian, get out." He tried to pull the man out of the quilt.

She didn't want to listen to him because she was so embarrassed. She felt it was a stain in her life, and she had never felt so ashamed.

She didn't understand why she cared about those things so much, and why she was so afraid to face him. This is property © NôvelDrama.Org.

Archibald stripped the quilt and pulled her out. As soon as she saw the daylight, she lowered her head and buried her face in the quilt. She was afraid of being observed by him. She moaned in the quilt, "Leave me alone, Archibald. I'm begging you."

He frowned and forced her to look at him with anger and domineering.

"Lilian, what is this supposed to mean?" He couldn't believe that she would felt so ashamed of being with him, but he swallowed his anger back when he saw redness around her eyes. He could only seal her moaning mouth with his hand because he hated to hear her weeping so much.

She opened her eyes widely in shock and wept. He kept biting her lips roughly and hard, with a bit of anger.

The feeling of embarrassment and shame took over her heart. She pushed him away and stared at him with teary eyes, " Archibald! What are you doing? Don't you know what had happened? Why are you still trying to take advantage of me?" She wrapped herself in the quilt and couldn't stop shaking.

"Assholes! You are all assholes!" She didn't know who it was last night, and the laughter of those people came back into her mind. She hated herself for having felt comfortable. Now it really disgusted her.

She struggled to get up, wrapped herself in the quilt and tried to get out of here.

Archibald's long arms, which had already been pushed away by her, reached her again and pulled her back by grabbing the quilt. He then grabbed her slapping hand, frowning his handsome eyebrows. He stared at her long and shimmering eyes with a cold look, saying anxiously and fiercely, "Lilian? Are you trying to run away from this? You should be responsible!"

Lilian was confused. She gave up struggling and stared into his eyes. After a long while, she asked, "What do you mean? Running away? Be responsible?" She thought somebody should be responsible for her for what she had been through last night. She should be responsible for nothing.

"Lilian, you've taken advantage of me and now you're trying to running away from me." He frowned coldly and asked with his teeth gritted.