All Chapters of The Arrogant Love: Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

Rain poured endlessly, cooling the air into an invitation to rest, while a man and a woman were locked in a blaze of passion on the bed.​“Is your wife not home?”​“N...no.”​“Will she be back tonight?”​“No,she’s not. Ah...”​“Then I can stay overnight here, right?”​“Go ahead, but please hurry, sweetheart. I’m barely holding on, Oh...” Aston gasped, trembling as he guided her head down against his private parts.​“Oh my, when your wife isn't here, you are so impatient. But as soon as she comes back, I become irrelevant.” The young woman lifted her gaze to him, her tongue teasing lightly, slow and unhurried.​“Don't talk yet, sweetheart. Just keep going.”​“Okay!” She replied, her voice drawn out, almost mocking, but she willingly did as he told her. She opened her mouth wide and took him in completely.​“Slurp, slurp. Smack, smack.”​The sound of sucking continued steadily. Though it was smaller than her husband's, it was still quite exciting. Having sex with another woman

Patricia’s heart jolted as she saw him remove his wet shirt. What was this? How could he think like this? Tears welled up in her eyes once again, her mind racing in disbelief. The sound of the zipper made her squeeze her eyes shut tightly, her heart racing as she saw no way out. He stripped off his clothes quickly, still holding her down with no escape.​“Don’t do this, I beg you.” Patricia grabbed his wrist as he reached for the hem of her shirt, her eyes filled with desperation, pleading for mercy.​“No. I have to do it.” With one swift motion, her shirt was ripped off. Moments later, his elastic-waist shorts followed suit. Patricia let out a sob, overwhelmed with helplessness. She wasn't wearing a single piece of underwear; everything was as naked as he was. And worse than that, he was stirring her emotions into a frenzy.​“D... don't...” His hot fingers intruded into her aching core. They pierced through quickly. A sharp pain shot through her, but it quickly turned into an overw

“Stop it right now.” Arthur grabbed the sobbing woman and shook her until her head swayed, irritated by how she was behaving like an immature child.​“I won't stop! You’re evil! sob sob.” Her small fists pounded wildly against his muscular chest, like someone who had completely lost her mind. Tears streamed down her face in a pitiful flood. Arthur neither struck back nor tried to block her; he simply let the grieving woman beat against him. When Patricia’s fists finally fell limp at her sides, he pulled her into his arms. His thick jaw clenched tightly, filled with anger and hatred toward everything that had turned out this way.​“Sob.” The heavy sobs against his chest only underscored the terrible thing he had done. His large palm gently stroked Patricia’s head, then slowly slid down to the middle of her back. Arthur didn’t care how much time passed. He stayed that way until the person in his arms went quiet. Arthur pushed Patricia back slightly and saw that her head had lolled to t

"Don't just make things up. Sob... I'm not your wife,"​"Why are you being so difficult, Pat?"​'You lunatic, who's the one being difficult here?'​"I’m not finished with breakfast yet. Go brew me a fresh cup of coffee. And you’d better take good care of me today—look at this, you scalded me so badly I'm critically injured."​'Critically injured?'​Patricia rolled her eyes. He deserved to be cracked over the head with a baseball bat; then he’d know what "critically injured" actually felt like. She wiped her tears away and walked into the kitchen with a scowl to make his coffee.​After finishing breakfast, Arthur seemed to remember something. He pulled Patricia toward him to inspect her closely, his face darkening with a displeased scowl.​"Who gave you permission to wear my wife's clothes?"​"Hey! What are you doing?" Patricia cried out at him as he thrust his hands inside her shirt, groping and fondling her full breasts.​"The underwear too. Go take it off right now."​"If y

"Mr. Hawk, I think you should talk to your wife first. After all, the two of you used to love each other. It's a waste to throw it all away like this."​"When I love, I love deeply. But if I hate, I won't even look at their face. This is my house; I won't keep anything that serves as a curse on my life."​"You haven't even divorced her yet."​"We aren't legally married."​"What?"​"Andrea didn't want to register the marriage. At the time, I thought it was fine—that we could do it whenever. But as it turns out... hmph." He had been a fool. They had been married for only a year before her true colors began to show.​"Still, you should talk to her first."​"I assume you registered your marriage with your husband?" he asked, shifting the subject.​"Yes. And I’m going back to divorce him. You have to let me go back and handle this, Mr. Hawk."​"Oh, you'll get that divorce for sure. Otherwise, you wouldn't be able to become my wife, would you?"​"That’s not what I meant!"​"But no