Sir, Let’s Divorce ( Victoria Nelson )

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Chapter 77 

Chapter 77 

The light from the street lamp refracted in, casting the man’s facial features into a shadow. 

The moonlight seemed to have draped his eyes in a layer of ice, rendering the people around him speechless. After a long time, Matthew finally spoke, saying, “Let’s go.” 

“Yes, Mr. Shadwell.” 

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After much deliberation, Victoria ultimately declined Zion’s invitation to take her for a ride. 

No matter what, he had to send her home, watching her go upstairs. 

By this time, the dormitory had already shut. 

Victoria did not wish to disturb the dorm keeper’s sleep. 

She could not return to South Manor; all that awaited her was Bruce’s unceasing partiality. 

She thought that Chester Community was the only place she could go now. 

The darkish blue motorcycle drove her to Chester Community. 

Victoria got out of the car, took off her helmet, and said, “Thanks, I’m here.” 

Zion propped himself up with one foot, but didn’t take it. He tapped her head and said. “Don’t you remember? This helmet’s for you.” 

Victoria had no desire to take it. 

But just as she opened her mouth, Zion became pitiful, “Sister, that’s such a cute little pink helmet. If you don’t wear it, it would be really sad, and I’d be really sad too…” 

Victoria was speechless. 

She said helplessly, “I’ve been very clear. I don’t want to give you empty hopes either.” 

“I understand you didn’t give me false expectations.” 

“But I want to be hung by sister, Zion said, resting his chin on the handle and his eyes sparkling. 

Victoria was rendered speechless. 

She said her goodbye to him and then went back to the community. 

Upon reaching the door, she spun around and spotted Zion waving at her from behind. 

Victoria sighed, realizing that he wouldn’t leave until he saw her go inside. So, she opened the door and stepped inside. 

“Bang!” 

The door closed gently. 

Victoria propped the door open with one hand while readying herself to change her shoes. 

The hall was pitch black, with no lights turned on. 

Hence, she failed to notice the figure gradually coming nearer to her. 

“Are you inclined to return?” 

A low voice sounded. 

Victoria was so startled that her body nearly toppled to the side. 

In the next instant, she was enveloped in a warm embrace, the air around her thick with the scent of patchouli. 

The cool air swept over her, taking her breath away, so warm that it was hard to resist. 

She was continually rebuffed, yet behind her stood a pair of iron arms, preventing her from moving forward or backward. 

As soon as she opened her mouth, the atmosphere became deeper and heavier. 

“Oh…” 

Victoria’s head started to feel oxygen–deprived, a numbing electric shock radiating from her tailbone. She slapped the man’s shoulder hard, desperately trying to create some space to breathe. 

Matthew kissed with increasing intensity, his grip tightening with each passing moment. 

He didn’t appear to be kissing her, rather it seemed more like abuse. 

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Victoria couldn’t bear the pain, tears streaming from the corners of her eyes. 

They trickled down and settled into the pursed lips of the two. 

Matthew slowly released his hand after tasting the salty taste of his tears. 

His heavy breathing sprayed Victoria’s face with passionate plundering. 

“What’s the matter that’s making you cry?” 

Matthew gently pressed his finger to the end of her eyes and slowly rubbed her delicate skin until it was flushed. Finally, he stopped. 

“Feeling my touch, do you feel so wronged, so wronged that you want to cry?” 

Before Victoria had a chance to react, her whole body went limp. 

Leaning into his arms, she could just about stand. 

She shook her head and asked, “Mathew, is that enough?” 

The man’s eyes suddenly narrowed in the dark, his lips tightening. 

Victoria attempted to regulate her breathing, yet a hint of strangling remained in her tone. “If this isn’t enough… What else do you want to do to me?” 

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