Semua Bab Be Gentle With Me, Mr. CEO: Bab 471 - Bab 480

Calla stared at him in terror. Mercer's face remained expressionless as he covered her mouth with one hand and gripped her waist with the other. He half-dragged her to a nearby door.Upon entering, Calla realized it was a luxuriously decorated public restroom. Confused and frightened by his intentions, she struggled desperately against his hold.But her efforts were futile against Mercer's strength. He effortlessly steered her into the women's restroom.Luckily, the restroom was empty, and an eerie silence enveloped them. Panic surged through Calla's veins. She attempted to kick his legs with her high-heeled boots but to no avail.Mercer led her into one of the cubicles and locked the door behind them.The space was so cramped that there was hardly enough room for the two of them to stand. The claustrophobic atmosphere intensified Calla's distress.Already struggling to breathe with Mercer's hand over her mouth, Calla felt suffocated. She clutched his coat collar with one hand wh

Faced with Mercer's terrifying descent into madness, Calla's pent-up rage finally erupted. She chose to face him head-on, fully aware she was walking into danger. She would not be bullied into compliance, not anymore.A cold laugh escaped her lips. "Mercer, how old are you to be asking such a stupid question? Pierre and I are both single and at an age with needs. Did you expect us to live like priests and nuns?""You're asking for it!" Mercer slammed his fist against the wall beside Calla's head. The impact reverberated fear through her heart.Fear, sharp and cold, shot through her, but she refused to let it show. She wouldn't give him the satisfaction of seeing her crumble.However, she couldn't show any sign of weakness. She had to maintain a strong front. She had successfully played on Mercer's anger; that was her strategy. She wanted to push his buttons until he couldn't take it anymore.In the next moment, Calla continued, "Being with Pierre made me realize how much happier

Mercer's mouth covered Calla's, silencing her protests. She made soft, muffled sounds as she struggled. He was a wild animal, driven by a primal rage. Calla felt a surge of panic, her blood pounding in her ears. Her breath came in ragged gasps. Shame and anger warred within her. Could this really be happening to her? Here, of all places?Just then, she heard the sound of approaching footsteps. The distinct click of heels on the tile was accompanied by the lighter steps of a child.Desperate to attract attention, Calla pounded on Mercer to break free from his grasp. But he was oblivious and wouldn't even bat an eye if a whole crowd of people entered at this moment. He was certain that whoever came wouldn't interfere with him.Outside, the woman with the child paused, her ear drawn to the muffled sounds coming from the cubicle."Mommy, what's that noise?" A little girl, no more than six or seven, tilted her head and asked.The woman listened for a moment, then quickly covered her

"Then, I'll forgive you," Casper chirped, his eyes shining with childish innocence. He paused, his gaze falling on the bandage peeking out from beneath Mercer's shirt. "Daddy, what happened to your shoulder?"Mercer resorted to fabricating a story. "Oh, it's nothing," he said. "I ran into a crazy lady."Casper blinked at him. "A crazy lady hurt you? Why didn't you call the police?"Mercer scrambled for an excuse. "Well, you see," he began. "The crazy lady had a sweet little girl waiting for her at home. And if Daddy called the police, the little girl wouldn't have a mommy anymore."Casper considered this for a moment and nodded. "You did the right thing, Daddy."Then, he tugged at Mercer's leg and said, "Daddy, you promised you'd bring Mommy back today."Mercer's face fell as he listened. He gently stroked Casper's head, trying to calm him. "Mommy has to take care of your sister for a few more days. She'll come see you soon, I promise."As he said this, Casper pouted. "Mommy

Calla was determined to hold onto this man and the newfound stability Pierre offered. She wanted to secure it for herself and Clover as quickly as possible.She knew it was a selfish decision. She wasn't marrying him entirely out of love, after all. She and Clover were a huge weight on his shoulders. But Calla was at the end of her rope, and this seemed like the easiest path forward.She vowed to herself that she would love and cherish Pierre with all her heart. She would try her best to fall in love with him, to be faithful and true, to give him everything she had."What did you just say?" Pierre pulled back, his eyes wide with disbelief.Calla couldn't help but chuckle at his astonished expression. "I said, if you're not too busy after New Year's Day, maybe we could make it official." Calla blushed, a wave of heat creeping up her neck."Busy?" Hearing her confirmation, his face broke into a delighted grin. "Never too busy for that. How about March? Let's get married in March!"