Chapter 191 He Was Very Gentle With Amy
She put down her phone expressionlessly and leaned against the head of the bed, gently supporting her quiet belly. Both her body and mind were tired, but she couldn’t fall asleep no matter what.
Isabelle’s eyelids drooped as she listened to his uneven breathing, she stared at him blankly.
At some point, Warren’s large hand touched the edge of her stomach.
That might have been his instinctive movement in his sleep…
Isabelle was taken aback for a moment, and she noticed that his handsome face had become somewhat gentle under the soft lighting. Her heart also softened along with it.
Perhaps, only when he fell asleep and dreamed, would he temporarily let go of his hatred towards her, and only then would he remember that he had a child.
When he was sober, he no longer wanted this child.
Her eyes slightly reddened at the corners, and she couldn’t help but raise her hand to touch the man’s short hair, the movement was very subtle and cautious. “Warren, I can’t see through your heart, I don’t know what you’re thinking… Do you hate me to the bone, or do you still have a little bit of feelings for me? This sleeping you, the less hostile you, gives me a glimmer of hope…”
She was talking and talking, and she got tired.
Her soft body fell down.
Warren woke up in a fragrant softness and smelled the scent of a woman. He felt it was very familiar.
He slept surprisingly well last night, and when he opened his eyes, he saw himself being held by her.
His face was pressed against her belly, and he could hear the little thing inside her belly moving around.
He paused for a moment, looking gloomy, but then a gentle expression appeared on his face.
He looked up and found her face exhausted, her neck and arms bruised.
Warren lifted her clothes and gazed at her fair waist, the marks of torment left behind, and fell into contemplation.
Suddenly, the woman moved slightly.
He slowly put down her clothes.
Isabelle woke up slightly and lifted her head to see his deep gaze looking at her. She didn’t know what he was thinking.
The atmosphere became somewhat dull, and the man quickly leaned against the headboard, lighting a cigarette. His profile was delicate, melancholic, and slightly mischievous.
Even though she didn’t want to recall what happened last night, Isabelle blushed involuntarily when she caught a glimpse of the man’s exposed waist.
“You look like this, do you think I can make you happier than David?” Warren saw her face turn red and started sneering at her maliciously.
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Isabelle seemed to have been doused with cold water all of a sudden.
Last night, he went crazy because he didn’t take his medication and drank alcohol. This can be understood. But why is he still like this even though it’s already early? Is he still in a drunken state?
Or, more accurately, he woke up and returned to his previous demonic state, so he decided to mock her, otherwise he wouldn’t find it
amusing
Isabelle’s hands trembled as she struggled to bear the embarrassment.
She didn’t want to confront him anymore, so she quickly turned around and put on her clothes.
“What’s the rush?” Warren flicked the cigarette ash and reached out to hook her chin, carefully examining the faint blush on her face.
This blush complemented her rosy lips and pearly white teeth, making her look extremely delicate and charming.
He looked down and saw her open neckline, and his sexual desire ignited again.
Warren quickly grabbed her before she could react.
“What are you up to again? Are you still in a drunken state? Warren, you jerk! Let go of me… Last night, you already possessed me, and you promised to spare my cousin.”
Isabelle always thought about deals, which made Warren furious.
He pinched her small shoulders slightly, her fragrance made him unable to control himself, but he still coldly mocked her, “Since you want to make a deal with me, just sleeping once is definitely not enough. Because I don’t think you’re worth that much!”
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Isabelle was mocked by his language and looked very ugly.
He looked so gentle when he was asleep, but when he woke up, he became so heartless.
Dreams may be beautiful, but reality is always reality. The awakened him is the reality she has to face.
What she wanted to salvage was his heart, but he wanted to turn their relationship into a physical transaction between a man and a woman. It seems that he is too good at hurting others.
The curtains were closed, so she couldn’t see the morning light outside. She said coldly, “Please don’t hurt my child, I beg you.”
He stopped for a moment, his face turned serious, but then he continued to violate her.
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Warren turned around, facing away from her, and dressed himself.
Isabelle was breathing heavily, her face pale like a slap, and her entire body was covered in sweat from the pain.
The precious shirt enveloped the man’s wildness, restoring his refined elegance. He turned his head, squinted coldly at her, and said, “Get up and cook for me.”
Isabelle couldn’t believe it. She furrowed her brows and said, “I couldn’t move, you have to make dinner yourself!”
She carefully touched her own stomach.
Warren ignored her weakness, his lips curled upwards as he pulled back her blanket. “I didn’t ravage you too hard just now, so you should still have the strength to cook. If you have any requests from me, you
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better obediently do as I say.”
Isabelle discovered that once he became ruthless, he was truly not himself, but a beast.
Her heart was full of holes, and she wanted to smash him to death with countless pillows.
But she could only muster the last bit of strength to crawl up, her legs wobbling as she slowly descended the stairs.
She walked towards the kitchen and realized that the kitchen in this apartment was very spacious.
There were some simple ingredients in the refrigerator.
She was weak, her lips pale, and she could only take four eggs and boil them in plain water.
She was pregnant and needed a lot of nutrition. After cooking the eggs, she ate two of them herself.
Warren emerged from the bath, his tall figure standing on the stairs, his gaze quiet and still, unsure of what emotions it held as he secretly watched her.
He had a deep gaze, and he held a hint of disgust towards himself because he never expected to have sexual intercourse with her twice in
a row.
Last night, it was understandable that he got sick and got drunk due to drinking.
This morning, in a completely sober state, he should have hated her, but in reality, he made a gesture of getting close to her.
Maybe his body told him that he actually needed her.
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But he couldn’t let her know this fact, so he hurt her with his words, portraying their sexual intercourse as a transaction.
Seeing her expression empty and filled with sadness and despair, he did not experience the joy of revenge that he had anticipated.
He was not happy himself, so he could only torment her repeatedly.
Seeing her trembling as she walked, he also felt heartbroken.
These emotions were beyond his control, and he didn’t understand this complex contradictory feeling, which is actually called a mix of love and hate.
Sheldon, who had quietly entered, saw Mr. Levine standing there in a daze, his eyes fixed on the kitchen, his fists clenched.
He, however, understood very well that Mr. Levine was tormented inside.
Last night, Mr. Levine had sex with Ms. Spencer, and it was very loud… Sheldon downstairs could hear it.
Sheldon sighed in his mind, “Ah, these two people…”
“You came.” Warren saw Sheldon’s figure and quickly concealed all emotions.
He no longer looked at the woman in the kitchen, but walked down coldly and asked harshly, “Are you preparing a royal feast? It’s been so long and breakfast still isn’t ready?”
Isabelle almost choked on a yolk of an egg, but she quickly swallowed it. She gave Warren a glare and scooped out the other two eggs from the boiling pot.
Warren’s phone rang.
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Seeing the incoming call notification on his phone screen, he had a slight displeased expression. Then, he walked to the window and answered, “Amy, good morning.”
Isabelle came out with breakfast and heard his tender voice.
Warren’s concern for Amy, compared to his indifference towards Isabelle, was like night and day.
She tried to convince herself not to go see him, but she couldn’t help but sneak a glance at his profile.
Sure enough, the man’s lips curved with a gentle arc as he asked Amy with concern, “Did you sleep well last night?”
“…Did you wake up in pain again? I’m sorry, I… I had something to do last night, so I didn’t come back to take care of you.”
Isabelle saw a hint of guilt in his eyes.
She smiled, her lips curling, as she stared at the egg.
“Are you going to have an infusion today? Then I’ll make time to come back and see you. Do you want to make breakfast for me? Hehe… I know you’re a great cook, and I’ll definitely have the chance to eat breakfast made by you in the future.”
He comforted the woman on the other end of the phone slowly.
Isabelle felt cold all over her body.
She felt that he was like a man who was lying to his wife, while she herself felt like a secret lover who had been used by him.
He and Amy were getting engaged, he wanted to divorce her, he asked her to trade her body for Enya.
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In his heart, she was a woman he looked down upon.
Her fist unconsciously crushed the egg.
Warren hung up the phone, then turned around and saw her hands full of egg yolks. He sneered and sarcastically said, “What’s the matter? Can’t handle me talking to Amy for a few minutes? Since you insist on staying in the villa, don’t blame me for being intimate with other women. There will be many more situations like this in the future.”
