Chapter 39 The Woman in the Painting
Esther paused and took his words seriously.
James was Terence’s nephew, so it was natural if they were similar in certain ways. Maybe it was because of this that she felt familiar with Terence.
Terence was taunting her but he didn’t believe that she took it seriously. His pride was hurt and he was getting angry. He held her body tightly and pushed her against the wall.
Her back hit hard against the wall and the wounds on her back ached. She took a deep breath and said, “What are you doing?”
“You said I look familiar, right? I will make you remember whether I am the man in your memory.” Terence threw out these words madly. He lowered his head and kissed on her lips. At the same time, his large hand reached to her collar and pulled her night dress down.
Esther suddenly felt a little cold and then she realized that he had took off her night dress. Instantly, she blushed and felt embarrassed.Original content from NôvelDrama.Org.
Her mind froze and she couldn’t understand why he suddenly got mad at her and she kept on struggling. She didn’t want to do this with him and he made her wounds ache.
“Terence, please don’t touch me…” She pleaded and pushed his shoulders with both of her hands.
Terence stopped and stared at her closely. “Why? Give me a reason.”
“I…”
“Is it because of James?”
“No, please don’t mention him anymore. I have nothing to do with him for a long time.”
“Then why are you still tangled up with him? Why do you ask him to return home with you?” Terence picked her up from the floor and forced her crossing her legs around his waist. It was such a flirting position.
Terence was very tall and Esther suddenly felt lifted up in the air. To keep herself from falling, she had to clamp his waist tightly, and put her hands over his shoulders.
Her little face blushed.
“Do you wish that he was the one that holding you like this now?” He pinched her with his slender fingers, she felt so painful and took a deep breath.
She was a little angry and said, “Terence, stop being so mean to me. We all had relationships before and I met a jerk, so what? James didn’t come for me; he came to meet up with my sister and watched me being punished by my grandma. Anyway, you also hang some woman’s portrait in your bedroom, did I complain about it?”
The portrait was right above her head, and after she said so, Terence stopped caressing and kissing her all at once.
Esther didn’t expect him to react like this, and she also didn’t know what to do now.
Did she hit on his soft spot?
Was she someone so important to him that he could suddenly give up pursuing another woman?
She pushed lightly on his chest and jumped off to the floor. Before he could come back to his senses, Esther ran away.
All of a sudden, Terence looked desperate and froze there.
He didn’t chase after Esther. Instead, he took a step back and stared at the woman in the painting.