My Beta Charming のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 91 - チャプター 100

"What?" Sean asked, a frown forming across his forehead. Her question had caught him off guard. Violet broke eye contact and turned her face away from him. "Nothing," she murmured, brushing the tears away. She had spoken too much. "I am not mad at you," he said, his voice soft and gentle.Violet turned to look at him, searching his face. "You're not?" she asked, surprised by the revelation. Sean shook his head. Even if he was, he couldn't afford to stay mad at her for long. The moment he looks at her, all his anger and resentments melt away in thin air. "Is that why you're crying?" he asked, realisation slowly dawning on him. "Because you thought I was mad at you?" She only lowered her gaze in response. Sean got his answer. Fuck, this woman was going to be the end of him. One second, she seemed to care for him, want him, the next, she built walls so high he couldn’t see through them. Why was she doing this to him? Her confusion, her silence, it was eating him alive, bit by bit.

His lips crashed against hers with an intensity that sent shockwaves through her. Violet froze for a heartbeat, startled, her mind struggling to catch up. She was still in the middle of processing it when his hands caught her wrists and pinned them beside her head, not tenderly but with the rough urgency of someone burning with need. He mauled her lips with no hesitation, devouring them as if they were made to satisfy his hunger.His kiss was fierce, almost punishing, as if he was trying to pour every unspoken emotion into it. She could taste the frustration, feel his rage in the way he dug his teeth into the soft bed of her lips. It was overwhelming, consuming. A sharp sting flared across her lips, and she couldn’t help but let out a soft, involuntary groan. He swallowed it, shoving his tongue deep into her mouth. Sean was mad, livid. And the last shred of his restraint shattered when she didn't even deny his accusations regarding Zen. She and that ugly monster had no match. She was

Aurelius turned, his breath catching as he saw a stranger behind him. Divine energy radiated from the stranger; the smile on his lips carried something mysterious yet magnetic. And his appearance was just as strange. His white beard brushed the floor, and the red cloak draped around him only heightened his aura."Who are you?" Aurelius questioned, taking a step backward. The stranger remained rooted to his spot, his stance steady and self-assured. The man's smile deepened. "Your stepmother has sent you to me, so I hide you from those who are seeking you," the man answered, only confusing Aurelius more. "Stepmother?" Aurelius repeated, unable to recall who the man was speaking of. The stranger wasn't taken aback by his lack of memory either. If anything, he had expected it.He advanced towards him. Aurelius clenched his jaw. He might have forgotten everything, but his regal aura still clung to him."Stay away," Aurelius warned. "I mean no harm, child," the strange assured him, but

He climbed out of the car to his house, radiating a storm of fury. The dress hung from his tight fist, the delicate silk crushed under the weight of his rage. The rage he felt in the moment was destructive. Who gave her the right to decide his gift was meant for another? He had bought it for her, only for her to throw it away like it was nothing. He walked into the mansion only to find her waiting in the living room. Two prisoner guards lingered nearby. Sean frowned, uncertain of their reasons for being there. He approached them. "What are you two doing here?" he questioned, his puzzled eyes shifting between them. "We've come to take her to the prison," one of the guards told him. "What?" he snapped, still processing. The guards shared a glance before the second guard spoke up. "She had called and asked to return to the prison." Sean took in the information and scowled in disapproval. His sharp gaze shifted to her."You..you were delaying. so I..."His eyes burned with anger

The first thing that assaulted his taste buds was salt. A sharp, overwhelming burst that almost made him wince. It was as if someone had poured a sack of salt straight onto his tongue. His throat tightened, but he kept chewing only to be ambushed by another onslaught. The acrid bitterness of something burnt. The char mixed with the salt until his mouth felt like a battlefield of flavors gone wrong."How is it?" she asked. Sean looked up at her and, for a second, forgot the trauma she was unknowingly putting him through. Her eyes were bright, glimmering with hope and innocent excitement. Her fingers intertwined nervously as she waited for his verdict. The thought of that sparkle dimming from her eyes made his heart clench painfully. She must have put in her best efforts into preparing that meal. Now the burnt taste and every grain of excess salt felt precious. "This is honestly the best thing I have ever tasted," he said, his words warm and sincere. More than the food, it was her e