Chapter 8 Every man wants to pounce.
Hadn't he thrown her to that sleazy guy? Why did he show up again? To laugh at her?
Ha!
"Shane Robinson?" She pointed at the man exuding a menacing aura. Perhaps it was the alcohol, but her courage had swelled, and fear was a foreign concept to her at that moment. "You—you’re such a jerk!"
Shane's face darkened instantly.
Henry and Mrs. Ford kept their heads down, not daring to breathe loudly.
Callie staggered her way over, grabbing Shane's tie and yanking him toward her. "Do you think I actually wanted to marry you? Do you think you're some kind of god?"
The overwhelming smell of alcohol made Shane frown continuously, a hint of anger flickering in his eyes.
He swiftly grabbed her wrist. "I think you've lost your mind."
What kind of woman would follow any man?
He wanted her to back off, but she was as stubborn as a mule, refusing to let go.
When Callie followed Kane, he regretted it. This woman, no matter what, was his wife in name. The thought of her being tainted disgusted him.
"You're the crazy one." Callie's hands were restless, tearing at him recklessly under the influence of alcohol.
Revenge for letting that man take advantage of her!
Shane's face turned completely cold as he grabbed her wrist and dragged her upstairs.
Callie tried to break free, "Let go of me, let go of me..."
Bang!
The bedroom door was kicked open, and Shane threw her inside.
Callie lost her balance and fell to the ground, hitting her knee. "Ah, mm~" She clutched her knee in pain.
That pained gasp made Shane pause.
That sound...
For a moment, his mind flashed back to that night.
The woman beneath him had made the same pained yet soft moans.
Her voice sounded so much like Belinda?
"Shane Robinson!" Callie looked up at him, her eyes filled with hatred.
This man was not only cruel but also extremely violent.
Her knee was bleeding.
Shane met her gaze, his thoughts snapping back to the present.
He walked in with long strides, narrowing his eyes. "You're not drunk?"
She was drunk.
But her mind was still clear.
She pressed her hands against the floor, trying to stand up.
Her ankle gave way, and she fell again, instinctively grabbing onto something nearby to save herself.
Finally, she managed to steady herself.
Even though it wasn't cold, a chill swept over her.
She slowly looked up.
Shane's deep eyes met hers, but there was no warmth in them.
Callie suddenly realized her hands were clutching his trouser pants.
If it weren't for the belt holding them up, she might have pulled them down. Even so, Shane, usually so clean and neat in his suit, now looked rather disheveled.
Callie quickly let go.
The fabric of his trouser pants was wrinkled and bunched up around his thighs.
She averted her gaze in a panic. "I didn't mean to."
A cold sneer escaped from Shane's throat. "Really?"
"Of course."
Wait...
She glared at Shane. "What do you mean by that?"
"Don't you know what kind of person you are?"
His question and sarcasm hit Callie right in the heart. He had seen the pills and knew about that night...
Her body trembled slightly at the memory.
But she tried to maintain a calm facade.
She wanted to escape, afraid of being exposed, of being used and humiliated.
"Nothing to say? Do you just throw yourself at any man?" Shane grabbed her by the throat, his eyes dark and menacing. "Tell me, how do you manage to refuse to divorce me while cheating on me at the same time?"
When he spoke, there was a fierce edge to his tone!
Shane Robinson's wife had been with someone else?
This was probably the most humiliating thing he had ever experienced in his life!
Callie was gasping for air, her face, already flushed, turned an even deeper shade of red. Her chest heaved dramatically as she struggled to breathe.
She managed to squeeze out a few syllables from her throat, "Let... go..."
Her desperate struggle caused two buttons on her shirt to pop off, landing on the floor with a small clatter.
Shane's gaze dropped, skimming over her delicate collarbone, and he saw her black lace bra exposed, offering a tantalizing glimpse of her chest...
She tried to breathe, "Mm—"
A stray lock of hair fell loosely by her ear, rising and falling with her breaths, making her look irresistibly alluring...
Realizing he had been staring too long, he quickly averted his eyes.
His throat tightened involuntarily.
He furrowed his brows.
He struggled to control his emotions.
How could he feel any sort of desire for such an indecent woman?
It made him very uncomfortable!
Furious, he threw her onto the bed. At that moment, his anger was directed at himself.
How could he have feelings for such an unworthy woman?
Was he losing his mind?!!
He immediately turned and headed downstairs.
Henry, who was waiting downstairs, saw him and quickly approached. "President Robinson."
Shane didn't say a word and strode out the door.
Henry jogged to keep up.
Once they were in the car, Henry started the engine and drove off, occasionally glancing nervously in the rear-view mirror.
What's gotten into him? Why is he so angry?
Back at the villa.
Callie lay on the bed, gasping for air as oxygen finally returned to her lungs.
She clutched her chest, still shaken by the thought that Shane had almost strangled her.
Ugh—
The alcohol in her stomach, which had been suppressed during her struggle to breathe, now surged back with a vengeance, making her feel very ill.
She rushed to the bathroom and vomited profusely.
After throwing up, she felt much better.
She rinsed her mouth with water from the tap and, without bothering to shower, collapsed back onto the bed.
She was so tired, so sleepy... Slowly, she closed her eyes.
And without realizing it, she fell asleep.
The next day.
At Skyreach Corporation.
As soon as Shane entered the company, h
is secretary approached him. "President Robinson, President Ortiz is looking for you."
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