All Chapters of The Arrogant Love: Chapter 131 - Chapter 140

Her legs were pried wide apart as his heat thrust into her with sudden force. Patricia felt a searing burn and a sharp thrill at once. She drew a deep breath and let it out slowly, a wave of guilt crashing over her relentlessly. She was engaging in an intimate affair with another woman’s husband. This was wrong—it had been wrong since last night.​"Ah!" The protest she intended to voice turned into a moan as he gripped her hips firmly and buried himself completely inside her.​"Enough... stop, please... Ah!"​"How can I stop when you're this hot, Pat? Mm..." He continued to thrust his hips in and out with wild abandon. Neither heaven, hell, nor anyone else was going to stop him now.​"Pat..." Arthur felt a surge of pleasure calling her name in the midst of their heated lovemaking.​"Say my name, darling. Please." He gritted his teeth, thrusting his hips continuously while looking at her with pleading eyes.​"No..."​"Please, my wife... call your husband's name." He moved his fac

Five Months Ago​Under the dim lights of the club, he was drinking alone. Then, his eyes caught sight of a slender, beautiful woman in a skirt that ended well above her knees, paired with a black velvet tube top. For the first time, Aston’s heart felt a surge of excitement for a woman other than his own wife. He watched her dance alone in silence until he was certain she was by herself; then he walked over to introduce himself.​"Hello there, beautiful. Are you lonely being here all by yourself?"​"Not at all," she answered confidently. Her lack of fear toward a stranger only made him like her more.​"May I join you?"​"Of course. Have a seat." This was another thing that piqued his interest in the woman in front of him; she acted as if they had known each other for years.​Andrea, feeling lonely because her husband worked late every night—sometimes even traveling out of town for weeks —had come out for a drink to ease her solitude. Would it really matter, she wondered, if she st

"Aston, it’s Pat." Arthur whipped his head around to glare at her instantly. He’s annoyed because she used a sharp tone with him, yet spoke so kindly to her ex.​"Pat, do you know how worried I've been? Is that man doing anything to you? When are you coming home to us?" Just hearing her husband’s voice made Patricia’s heart tremble, but the moment she recalled the sounds of those breathless moans with another woman in her own bedroom, tears threatened to well up in her eyes.​"How could you do this to me, Aston?"​"Pat, I..."​"You brought another woman to have an affair in our room. How could you?" Tears streamed down Patricia’s cheeks. It was Arthur who now had to suppress his rising anger; this woman’s tears were like sharp thorns, cutting into his own heart as they fell.​"You want me to come home? Sob. Who are you with right now, Aston? Can you answer me that? Why would you even want me back? Sob."​"That’s enough. Give it here." Arthur snatched his phone back, unable to end

"I am your husband," Arthur insisted, reinforcing the status he believed to be most accurate right now.​"Only for now. Only while I'm here."​"What do you mean by that?"​"I will be your wife only while I am here. Once everything is over, we are over, too." When a hardline approach failed, the young woman tried a softer tactic, hoping it might improve the current situation.​"Pat, you make it sound so easy. Do you really think you can forget me?" he said, resting his chin on Patricia’s delicate shoulder and planting a lingering, heavy kiss on the nape of her neck.​"Even if I can't, I must. This is just like a party; it has to come to an end eventually."​"I only wanted you to call me by my name. How far ahead are you thinking, hmm?"​"Fine... Arthur." Whether it was the warmth of his embrace or his breath brushing against her neck—sending shivers throughout her entire body—Patricia found herself giving in to him easily.​"Go on, say it."​"I think you should let me go now."

She had told herself she wouldn't cry, but Patricia couldn't stop her tears. They flowed from a feeling she herself didn't yet understand. She brushed the tears away, hardly, and set about hanging her clothes neatly. Arthur couldn't bear to see his wife's belongings because he still loved her—that had to be it. But then why did her own heart have to ache with this dull, throbbing pain? Even after the last shirt was hung on the rack, she sat on the bed, sobbing.​"Crying again, Pat?" Arthur burst through the door without warning. Patricia kept her head down, remaining still. Where had the strong woman gone—the one even the men at the office admired? How had she become such a crybaby?​"Come on, Pat, don't cry." Arthur approached and embraced her from behind, resting his weight as he sat on the bed beside her. He buried his handsome face into the crook of her neck, and she offered no resistance. Arthur then pressed a gentle kiss against her smooth skin.​"Pat... the reason I cleared t