Chapter 52
Dahlia froze in place. She stared at the man in front of her, who had a refined appearance yet his aura was thick with malevolence, especially the teardrop male at the comer of his eye that gave off an ominous vibe.
Hesitating for a moment Lucia burst out and slapped Dahlia hard across the face. It vented some frustration, but Cora’s case was already filed and nothing could change that.
Lucia feared Megan might do something drastic.
But Megan was calm
After washing her face, she softly thanked Timothy.
Lucia wanted to stay and support Megan, but Timothy forcefully took her away.
Soon, at Timothy’s villa, in the opulent bedroom, clothes were strewn all over the floor
On the oversized bed, Lucia wept bitterly, cursing and sobbing and finally pleading. “Megan’s family can’t take any more trouble. Please help her, Timothy. I’ll even bear your child if that’s what it takes!”
They were but a fleeting affair
Back in the heat of their romance, Timothy had held her chin, coaxing Lucia to have his child. She was only 19 then, far from ready.
But now she gave in!
Timothy was no fool. He clenched his jaw, his eyes turning bloodshot as he fiercely claimed the woman beneath him. When he finally took a breather, he stopped and gently touched Lucia’s face, asking with a cold laugh, “Such a big sacrifice! But tell me, is this for Megan, or for Wyatt?”
Wyatt…
Lucia’s mind went blank for a moment at the mention of that name, which was a taboo in her heart.
She thought she had concealed it well. Angered and embarrassed, she snapped, “What’s it to you who I’m doing this for? Are you even a man, Timothy? Can’t you handle a woman and make a baby?”
Timothy sneered. He flipped over and pinned her beneath him.
Their bodies pressed together as if they were two interlocking puzzle pieces.
Timothy showed no mercy. He grabbed her cascading hair, forcing her to look up at him, his voice dangerously soft, “You really think I’m a fool, easily deceived? I know exactly what the women in my bed are thinking, no matter how wild they scream. Besides, you were barely grown when you first came to me! Playing games with me, Lucia? You’ve got a lot to learn!”
He set!
t to work on her with renewed ferocity.
Lucia cried and screamed under his assault, but her fiery spirit wouldn’t be quelled.
Her nails scratched deep into Timothy’s arms. With no shame, she yelled, “Fine! Let’s just end this! I find another man. With my look, i won’t struggle to find someone to sleep with. Who do you think you are, Timothy? Do you have something extra that other men don’t?”
The louder she screamed, the harder Timothy went
“I ought to finish you off for that!”
All night long, Lucia’s voice never ceased, and the villa’s staff dared not listen closely. Whenever Timothy brought Ms. Lucia home, it was a tempestuous affair that seemed as if a life–or–death struggle unfolded.
After several rounds of passion, Timothy finally had his fill and withdrew to the bathroom to shower.
When he returned, Lucia was still there. She wore one of his shirts, buttons undone, revealing her long legs as she leaned against the headboard and smoking, looking seducing
Timothy chuckled, “Just a moment ago you were crying, and now you’re back to your wild ways!”
He took the cigarette from her fingers and took a drag himself, “Women shouldn’t smoke! Better quit!”
For once, Lucia didn’t retort
Leaning against the headboard, Timothy smoked while she nestled against his abdomen, her fingers tracing circles on his abs, her voice sultry, “Have you cooled down?”
Timothy glanced down at her. He smirked, “The swelling’s gone down, not the anger!”
Lucia leaned in to kiss him
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Timothy knew all too well these little tricks of hers were for Megan. Otherwise, she would’ve fought back and left long ago.
He grabbed her hair and snuffed out the cigarette. He spoke plainly, “Regardless of Megan’s relationship with Sullivan, she’s still Mrs. Lowry. That woman, striking Megan in public, was actually slapping Sullivan’s face! Sullivan’s lack of action probably means he’s waiting for Megan to come crawling backi
He laughed at the thought, “She’s always too stubbom to relent, Isn’t she?”
Lucia was stunned. Sitting up, she still hadn’t recovered, “Are you saying Sullivan is deliberately ignoring it?”
Timothy almost wanted to burn her with the cigarette. He dressed swiftly, buckling his belt as he said, “Megan knows it too well! Sullivan’s playing a cruel game!”
Looking at Lucia, he added, “If you’re tired, stay the night!”
But Lucia got up instantly. She changed back into her clothes right in front of Timothy and, draping her arm over his shoulder as she left said, “I never spend the night at a sugar daddy’s place!”
Even as her words dripped with seduction, Timothy saw right through her. He pinched her chin, assessing, “You’ve been spoiled so many times. Even if Wyatt got out of jail, he’d hardly want you!”
Lucia felt a sting.
No one knew that she’d been dishonored in her teens, which was a shadow over her life. She was never good enough for Wyatt
But she laughed carelessly. “Right! I’m so dirty I can only match with you, Mr. Lawson!”
Timothy scoffed, “You wish!”
Lucia laughed till tears rolled down her cheeks.
