Blood Oath: Forever Yours

Her tone was full of self-depraved frivolity and indifference as if she had already used her identity as a "tool". Lawrence paused his movements.

Her words were like a bucket of water poured down from his head. The man's face turned cold in an instant.

He grabbed Charlotte's neck hard. With reddened eyes, he looked at her, gritting his teeth.

"Charlotte Garcia!"

Charlotte bit her lower lip hard. Although she couldn't help trembling under his hand, she still looked up at him with a faint smile.

"Mr. Harris, what are you so angry about? As your tool, I'm doing what I ought to do and get ready. Why are you so mad?"

Lawrence's eyebrows twitched violently.

He knew that she had done it on purpose.

She deliberately humiliated herself and provoked him.

Good job! Awesome!

The next second, the man suddenly stood up and kicked the wheelchair, which bumped onto the wall not far from him fiercely.

Lawrence squinted his eyes in anger.

"If you are so sure about what you are, I'll help you prove it."

He slowly unbuttoned the buttons of his shirt. Gritting his teeth, he dragged Charlotte's arm and tossed her on the ground mercilessly.

Then there was a click from his belt buckle.

The man dragged her hair without any mercy and pressing her head down forcibly--

"Come on! Aren't you just a tool? Show me how you do it!" Lawrence roared with reddened eyes.

Silence suddenly blanketed the room.

The girl knelt there motionlessly with her stiffened body. Her shoulders faintly heaved. The next second, her tears dropped on the ground. She was crying.

Lawrence felt his heart tightened slightly. A stream of suffocation rushed to his heart

With a livid face, he stared at the crystal tears on the girl's pale side face. The next second, he dragged her up.

Click.

All the lights in the room were out.

The man dragged Charlotte with his strong hand, violently dragged her onto the bed, and pressed on her.

He rudely stripped her, grabbed her chin hard, and kissed her while getting into her directly.

Charlotte subconsciously closed her eyes, waiting for the thunderstorm.

But, much to her surprise...

His kisses were gentle and his movements were tender.

In the bed for the first time, they were like true lovers -- they hugged each other face-to-face, kissed and

enjoyed having sex tend

He

treasured her.

Biting her ear fiercely, he squeezed words between his teeth, "Tell me, are you still like a tool in this way?" Charlotte was taken aback, tears falling in an instant.

"Lance..."

...

They were tangled with each other.

Sly. When it finally ended

s tears dried and her voice hoarse.

When Lawrence was still pressing on her body, his phone on the nightstand suddenly rang.

It brought Charlotte back to reality as if she just woke up from a dream. With a pale face, she pushed him away.

"Your phone."

After finishing her words, she wrapped herself in the quilt and rolled to the other side of the bed.

Lawrence's hand that was reached

out hung in the mid-air. He cast a glance at her with his darkened eyes, took the phone over, and swiped to answer in a low voice, "It's me."

"Okay. Wait for me downstairs."

,

After hanging up the phone, he looked down at Charlotte. She had already sat up, wrapped in the quilt.

Looking at him, she said softly, "Lawrence, let's not meet again after tonight."☐☐☐☐☐☐☐