Winning Back My Ex Fiancée's Heart のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 71 - チャプター 80

★★★★The last string of his patience was ripped apart as soon as her words drifted into his ears. His dull eyes deepened as he moved ahead, approaching Rebecca. His hand slid around her waist and he pulled her into his chest, causing Rebecca to be swallowed by his cold aura.His action was abrupt and terrifying, which made Rebecca panic, and she was about to shout at him. But his unsettled voice near her ear pinched her voice, "You do not think before you speak, do you? It's not a wise move to step on my sanity every minute. As long as you are my wife, no man will touch you unless they want their death note from me." The hair on her nap stood up. The proud heart finally thumped, prompting her to grasp through her lips."You won't do anything like that nor do I care about the phrase you have just mentioned. As long as I feel the man is desirable, I won't mind being with them. Guilt is not in my dictionary, " said Rebecca raising her chin as the coldness crossed her eyes.Placing her ha

★★★★★ A shadow entered Edward’s room, very careful with the steps as it made its way to the drawer, a particular one next to the bed. There was a gun in that drawer and the person was sneaking into Edward's room just to get the gun. It seemed the person knew every detail in that room. Silently, the shadow replaced the gun with a replica, before making its way out of the room. On the other hand, back in the room, Rebecca was lying on the bed exhausted as Edward had his face resting next to her pillow; his breathing was even. She stared at the ceiling for a long time before her gaze fell next to her, on Edward, as his words buzzed in her head. He said, 'I did not kiss Veronica. She deliberately made it happen for you to see. I have never touched her.' Though she had no reason to believe his words, at that point, the truth his eyes reflected while he was saying that, she could not overlook. 'Why did he care to explain to me? I did not ask for it,' her brows drawn together in confus

★★★★★ Rebecca pushed the chair behind and was about to leave after successfully stirring commotion between love birds, but also, the realization came that love had never existed between them. Before she could step out of the table, Edward grabbed her wrist under the table, and her heart beat with a thump. "You are making me leave because of her. Didn't you hate her?" Veronica shouted, as she drew close to the breakfast table, her fists clenched to the sides. The betrayal caused her tears to pour out unconditionally. "You left me no choice. What did you do in the office? It was unforgivable, but I let you off the hook. Your cleverness reached to the point that you did not think twice before threatening me. Now this! You are becoming irrational which means your sensible thoughts won't work properly," said Edward, his tone sharp and cold. Hearing such a thing from him Veronica inflicted by vengeance as she spat, "My mother knew the history of your mother. And she said your mother hate

★★★★★ "What's with the punishment, I don’t understand?" Rebecca questioned with trembled voice. His touches on the curve of her body caused her intake of breath. Her breath hitched sharply, a soft gasp escaping as her cheek rested against the cold, unyielding surface of the wooden cupboard door. The pressure of his body against hers was firm, unrelenting, and undeniably intoxicating. Although she told him to move away, that was not what she wanted. "You want me to speak about it," he said; the allure in his voice caused her knees to tremble, making her want to stretch this little longer. She whispered, "I would like to get the knowledge of what you are talking about." "You are quite cunning!" Edward muttered a smirk on the corner of his lips rising as his one hand moved over to her buttocks. Rebecca's spine stiffened. "The door is opened, Ed," the difficulty in uttering a word annoyed Rebecca. No wish was helping her thoughts not to drift away. Suddenly, she felt his tongue touch

★★★★★ "OUCH!" Rebecca whispered, paying attention to her palm that was holding the car key. "What happened?" Pete asked, drawing close to help. His eyes were worried. But before he could hold her hand Rebecca took her hand back to her lap, saying, "Nothing, Mr. Pete. I felt something in my palm. It’s nothing." And she tossed the car key in her purse, adding, "Mr Pete, please sit. You don't have to worry that much." Reluctantly, Pete placed the flower down on the table and moved over to his seat. His caring eyes did not leave Rebecca's face. "Here, drink this!" Peter offered the glass of water to Rebecca, believing she was a little nervous and that was why she was feeling things that she could not explain. "No, I am fine, Mr.Pete," Rebecca said, looking back at the car key, pondering what was wrong with the car key or if it was just her hallucinations. Because she still could feel the tingling sensation in her palm. She put her hand in her bag and held it in front of her palm. Th