Semua Bab Wrong Ride, Right Lover: Bab 141 - Bab 150

“You can laugh now. If I throw you in again and you can’t swim up, no one’s going to save you. Sigh... What would happen to the cute, little Angel then? She’s just so cute. I don’t mind raising her but if she becomes a motherless child, what a pity that would be!” Henry said coldly to Monique. Those words pierced her heart. Achilles’ heel. That was Monique’s Achilles’ heel. Her face was paler and more fatigued than before. However, she stayed calm as the situation became dangerous. If he threw her in, he would have insomnia again. Even though she was scared and helpless, she was not willing to surrender in front of this man. Monique was certain that he would not let her die there, otherwise he would not have saved her. As a preventive measure, Monique hugged Henry tight like an octopus and smiled provocatively. “I don't want to go down but I’ll never be your lover. Bastard, wouldn't you have insomnia without me? If you threw me down, no one’s going to warm the bed for you!”

It sounded like a good plan. The embarrassment Monique was suffering from those few days was unspeakably depressing, she nearly suffocated. She needed to catch a breath. She wanted to go back very much. Besides, missed her grandfather immensely. “Sure. I’ll take a leave and go home,” Monique answered. She increased the volume of her voice just so that he could hear it. Monique hung up the phone and walked over. “I need to take two days off.” A clear and stubborn voice broke the silence in the office. For a long time, the house was completely silent. His handsome and sharp face looked cold. His thin lips were pressed tightly and his cold vibes became stronger. After a while, he closed the document, raised his eyes, and gazed at her. He casually leaned on the chair with both of his legs naturally overlapped. He looked like an emperor with his elegant temperament. Monique’s heart was beating fast. The man in front of him—regardless of his hairstyle, height, or clothing

“Please!” Monique mumbled very softly, but Henry heard her.He was stunned. When he asked her to beg him by the poolside, she was reluctant to do so and did not fear him throwing her in. Yet, she was begging him at the moment. Henry sneered, “What are you begging me for.”“Please let me go.” Monique’s voice was so soft. She had to surrender. She knew that if she did not surrender, he would take advantage of her in the room with both of them alone. There was nothing such a bastard could not do. “Why are you looking innocent now? You’ve even given birth to a child not knowing who the father is!” Henry was being condescending and mocking her with his cold eyes. His warm breath flowed through her face, exuding aggressive masculinity. He intended to say ‘When you crawled into my bed five years ago, weren't you happy?”This stupid woman. She could not even recall that. He had even admitted he was the child’s father. This woman was so stupid. Monique felt stabbing pain in her

Henry pulled Monique hard and pressed his tall body down on her. His strong masculinity surrounded her as his thin lips intrusively kissed ker. He became so fierce and aggressive that the gentleness he had just now had all gone. Monique was completely dumbfounded. Why did he suddenly kiss her again? His behaviour was so aggressive. His lips looted wantonly in her mouth and his big palm was tightened—it seemed like he wanted to rub her into his body. She could not breathe at all. She could clearly feel the anger in his moves yet she did not understand the reason. She was struck!When they were by the poolside, she had asked him to look for other women but he said he could not sleep well with other women. Had she hit a soft spot in his heart? Could he really not sleep by other women’s side? Or he would be dysfunctional in front of other women? Otherwise, he would not have been so mad. How could she save this situation!She became very dizzy and seemed to be out of air. His

Monique’s phone suddenly rang. Her ringtone brought her back from the painful memory. Her little hand took the phone beside her bed, she picked up the phone and said weakly, “Hello.”“Monique, didn’t you say you’d be coming home today?” A mid-age man’s loving voice sounded on the phone. It was her uncle. She told him the day before that she would go back. She was frustrated when she woke up and forgot about it. “Yes, uncle. I’ll be heading back in a while,” Monique said, sounding relaxed. Her uncle’s call warmed her heart. He still remembers her. Maybe the world was not that terrible after all.Moreover, she had the cute, little Angel. Monique kept encouraging herself after she hung up the phone. She went downstairs after washing up. Angel had already started eating and Mrs. Lawson was serving her at the side. She took the food and put it in Angel’s bowl. Angel’s little baby-fat face had recently turned chubbier; she was like a small meat bun and looked so cute. Her b