Rumors about him abounded. It was said that he was aloof and indifferent, and that women who got close to him all ended up miserably, even disappearing without a trace. It was also said that he had doted on one woman, holding her in the palm of his hand as a treasure, but she betrayed and abandoned him, nearly costing him his life. Back then, he had protected her so well that no one knew that the woman who was both envied and admired was Elinor Dashwood.
Otherwise, she would have died hundreds of times over by now. But she knew better than anyone that after his severe car accident and five years in a coma, he had woken up amnesic and had forgotten her completely.
Separated for five years, even Elinor couldnt help but stammer in their unexpected reunion, "Edward... Cullen."
Edwards eyes were calm, but an unfamiliar emotion flickered uncontrollably in his heart—this womans eyes were like clear springs, and yet like intoxicating aphrodisiacs, pure yet seductive, capable of stirring any mans desires.
He looked her up and down, dressed in a disheveled manner, and a mocking smile escaped his lips, his voice deep and slow, "Do you know me? Is this how you entice men? Or have you planned all along to get into my car?"
Elinor bit her lip, feeling awkward and anxious, "I didnt."
If she had known she was asking for help from him, she would have rather died than approached him.
But her denial was cut short as a forceful and dangerous grip tightened around her wrist, and her body was unguardedly slammed against the car window.
The pain was bone蚀ing and heart-wrenching, and she couldnt help but whimper and curl up.
The car had already left the nightclub and was driving into the main road of the city center.
Edward forcefully grabbed her jaw, forcing her to raise her head and meet his gaze, "No? Then why dare you provoke me?! Who gave you the courage?"
Her wrist was painfully gripped by him, as if it would be crushed at any moment!
Edwards voice was cold enough to make one anxious, "Why do you think I would protect you?"
His taut and muscular body pressed against her fiery figure, his breathing growing heavier, his thin lips pressed tighter and tighter...
Even through his suit, Elinor could feel the iron-like heat of his skin!
Something was off with him.
There was cold sweat on his forehead, veins on his neck, and his breathing was thick and heavy, his eyes deep and scorching as if to absorb her soul!
Elinor panicked, reaching up to touch his tight face, then his body, "Is something wrong with you? Are you sick? Or were you drugged?"
Edward frowned heavily, pinching her restless hands, closing his eyes and taking a deep breath as if at the end of his patience, pushing her away roughly!
His voice was as cold as ice, "Stop the car!"
"Yes, sir."
The convoy slowly pulled over to the side of the road, and the door locks clicked open.
Edward grabbed her wrist and opened the car door, "Get out and get lost!"
"Were you drugged?!" Elinor looked up at his face.
The mans voice was as tight as iron, hoarse and unbearable, "Cant you understand? I said get out!"
He was drugged, drugged by his familys arranged fiancée, Anastasia Steele!
With his extraordinary self-control, such drugs meant nothing to him!
But what was the deal with this dirty woman who suddenly appeared?
Clinging to him, seducing him, trying to be his antidote?
Ha...
Elinor was almost certain that he had been drugged!
She refused to leave, cupping his face with both hands, forcing him to look at her with concern, "Are you not feeling well? Hows your body holding up?"
Although it had been five years since they last met, Elinor knew that he had only woken up half a year ago, and his physical functions must not have recovered so quickly.
Elinor steadied her nerves and without hesitation, climbed onto his strong thighs, wrapped her hands around his neck, and kissed the mans cold, thin lips with the deepest and heaviest gesture!
My heart is about to jump out of my throat, "Let me help you!"
Edward suppressed his breathing, his throat rolling, his tightly knit eyebrows tightly twisted.
"Do you want to die?!" His voice was cold and penetrating, even more violent!
Edward pushed her away fiercely.
The woman forced herself up, almost instantly pinching his life gate.
He had not been so audaciously provoked by a woman for a long time!
Elinor was not afraid of pain, got up stubbornly and rubbed against him again, becoming more and more aggressive, where sensitive and fragile touch where.
"Let me help you!"
"I told you to stop!" Edwards eyes were full of deep anger, gnashing his teeth.
But Elinor knew Edward well, which bone to touch could make the other party comfortable, she was clear.
"Demon!" He was angry and tense, spitting out words, his eyebrows were covered with lust!
Anger, rolling!
I cant hear what she is whispering in his ear!
But Edward had never been so provoked, the tightness that penetrated into the bone was almost an instant to destroy his reason!
He fiercely pulled the woman down, out of control, threw her into the seat, tightly held her wrists pressed on the top of her head, and the heavy kisses fell one after another!
"You demon!"
He was angry and embarrassed, his movements were urgent and heavy, rough and domineering, his tall and strong body like steel against it, as if to grind her bones into dust!
Many women want to approach him and climb into his bed, and his self-control is amazing, and he has never been moved, even if his fiancée Anastasia has drugged him several times, he has not moved against her.
But this woman!
He just wants to teach this presumptuous woman a lesson today!
The night is blooming, rolling with heat waves, slow and hard to endure.