Chapter 916 – The Scarlet Vengeance: Justice of a Framed Beauty Novel (Grace & Jason)

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The words ‘Chase Harper’ seemed to trigger him suddenly. His expression instantly changed, and he said, “You’re not allowed to mention Chase Harper anymore. Would you come back to me if I ruin him?”

Kyla’s heart sank. She glared at Martin Weiss. “Don’t do anything to Chase Harper. I told you, he has nothing to do with us!”

However, she had forgotten that the man before her was drunk. Saying that would only trigger him more.

“You’re mine, Kyla. You’re mine… I forbid you to fall in love with someone else….. You can’t…” Martin Weiss frantically kissed Kyla as he tore her clothes apart with both hands.

She resisted as hard as she could, but it only made him more violent.

She felt his kisses and scent all over her, yet she could not even refuse.

Tears… could not stop rolling out of her eyes. Kyla sobbed while crying out, “Martin Weiss, don’t make me hate you again.”

However, he did not hear a thing and had his way with her…

Kyla desperately washed her body with warm water in the hotel bathroom.

There were marks all over her body telling her what had happened! She never expected this to happen when she dropped him off at the hotel out of pity.

She was desperately trying to distance herself from this man, but just now…

It was fruitless no matter how she struggled or cried just now.

He kept whispering in her ear how much he loved her, yet he forced her into doing such a thing.

After bathing for some time, Kyla came out of the bathroom. She looked at Martin Weiss lying on the bed asleep, and a complicated look flashed across her eyes.

There was hatred and also something else…

Finally, she awkwardly put on her clothes and quickly left the hotel without looking back.

‘Just think of tonight as a bad dream. Everything will be the same again when I wake up.’

When Kyla returned home and found that her mother and Nelson were still asleep, she breathed a sigh of relief.

Then, she changed out of her clothes, stuffed them into a large garbage bag, and threw them away.

She did not want to see those clothes anymore. The sight of them would remind her of how helpless she was.

It was just like how she could only accept whatever he gave, regardless of whether it was good or bad. He was so domineering that he would not allow her to resist or struggle.

The next day, Mrs. Corbyn saw her daughter in a turtleneck and could not help asking, “Why are you suddenly wearing a turtleneck?”

“It’s getting a little cold, so I took out my high-collared clothes.” Kyla made up an excuse. If her mother saw the marks on her neck, she would probably figure out what had happened.

Kyla felt restless all morning, and what had happened the night before kept replaying in her mind.

He had kissed her, touched her, and spoke drunkenly.

He said…

“Kyla, I love you.

“Kyla, do you know how much I miss you? I’m suffocating from the thought… I wish I could turn back time so we could go back to the way it was.

“Kyla, please love me…

“You have my liver in your body… Besides my liver, I would even give you my heart. This… This… must be what it means to give someone your heart…”

He repeated again and again in Kyla’s ears.

‘Stop thinking about it! Stop it!’

She told herself.

Just then, the car from last night pulled up in front of the store again. Kyla stiffened as she looked blankly at the person getting out of it.

He walked toward her in the same suit he had worn yesterday.

She immediately tensed as both her hands grabbed the hem of her dress.

Martin Weiss looked at Kyla with remorse filling his face. However, he might do the same thing again if he got to do it all over again.

Maybe his subconscious did what he had always wanted to do through his intoxication.

When he woke up today, she had left the hotel. Even though he was drunk, he had some vague impressions.

Besides, the mess on the bed told him what had happened last night.

“Kyla, Last night…” said Martin Weiss.

Kyla instantly got up and snapped. “Nothing happened last night except that you were drunk and I sent you to a hotel room.”

“Nothing happened?” Martin Weiss frowned as his eyes fell on her darkly. “Do you think I don’t remember anything just because I was drunk? Last night, we clearly-“.

“Shut up!” she interrupted abruptly. Glaring at the man in front of her, she uttered word by word, “Nothing happened last night!”

Martin Weiss pressed his thin lips together tightly as their eyes met in mid-air.

Just then, Mrs. Corbyn walked out from the room at the back. She immediately froze when she saw Martin Weiss.

“What… What are you doing back here?” Then, she looked nervously at her daughter. “He didn’t do anything to you, did he?”

“Mom, it’s nothing,” Kyla comforted her mother.

Martin Weiss said with a dark face, “Did last night mean nothing to you? Did…”

“Mom, I have something to clarify with him. Look after the store,” Kyla hurriedly said to her mother, scared that her mother would figure out what had happened last night if Martin Weiss continued speaking.

Mrs. Corbyn nodded at that.

Kyla walked up to Martin Weiss. “Alright, let’s talk about whatever we have to say somewhere else. Get your car out of here. I don’t want to be the talk of the neighborhood.”

“Okay,” he replied.

The two of them got into the car, and Martin Weiss started driving. However, Kyla did not expect him to drive toward the hotel she sent him to last night.

She stiffened as she looked at the hotel’s entrance with a complicated look in her eyes.

“Won’t you go in? Didn’t you say you wanted to clarify some things with me?” said Martin Weiss. With that said, he took the lead and entered the hotel.

Kyla bit her lip slightly and eventually followed him inside.

The room was as it was last night. She could tell Martin Weiss did not let anyone clean it.

There seemed to be a lingering amorousness surrounding the messy covers on the bed and in the air.

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