Refusing To Divorce (Julia and Harry)

In the presidential wite, Harry gently laid Julia on the bed, Julia's hands wandered restlessly over his body, even sneaking under his shirt and touching his banning skin when he wasn't looking. Harry jolted and quickly grabbed Julia's hand with our hand. Then, he tenderly patted her flushed cheek with his other hand. Her body was hot, and her eyes looked dazed as she opened them With a dark and stormy look, Harry saw Julia try to wriggle free. He pinned her hands by her side and asked in a deep voice, "Do you know who I

Julia felt like her mind and body were at odds. Unable to see clearly who was before her, she found herself guided by a familiar scent as an odd yearning took control of her senses. The drug's influence muddled her thoughts, and she'd never been so desperate to cling to her composure. Fighting off the disorientation, she bit her lip in an attempt to focus, but the drug proved potens, and she felt her self-control slipping away.

When Julia failed to react. Harry mistakenly assumed she didn't recognize him. His face turned cold as he scooped her up and carried her to the bathroom Setting her down in the bathtubs with little gentleness, he turned on the shower, and cold water imunediately drenche However, the cold water did nothing to help shake off the drug's effects or calm Julia down. She struggled in the tub, grabbing at anything she could, not aware that she looked wild.

The doctor Harry called arrived half an hour later; by then, Harry was sopping wet with scratches on his face and body. The doctor was speechless at the sight, and when he saw Julia tied up on the bed, he couldn't help the twitch at the corner of his mouth.C0pyright © 2024 Nôv)(elDrama.Org.

To prevent any noise, Harry had considerately stuffed Julia's mouth with tissues.

Mr. Wright, I've given Mrs. Wright a sedative; there's no need to tie her up the doctor said.

Harry gave him a cool glance. "Just help her get over the effects of that drug. Save the chatter."

The doctor fell silent, focusing on treating Julia.

After a night of turmoil, Julia finally fell into a deep sleep after five in the morning. The damp clothes on Harry were almost dried from the room's warmth as he sat on the sofa, his gaze never leaving the sleeping Julia

The silent room was filled only with the ticking clock on the wall. Harry's gaze Lingered on Julia's swollen lips and the bruises on her wrists and ankles, his feelings in turmoil

The doctor had said that if Julia hadn't displayed such strong willpower-if she hadn't kept pinching her thigh-the drug might have been fatal.

As Harry watched the redness on Julia's face fade away, he couldn't resist reaching out to touch her. Yet, even in her sleep, Julia seemed to detect in, her eyebrows knitting together as if to refuse his touch.

He immediately withdrew his hand. If he hadn't arrived when he did, Julia would have been violated, and he knew her well enough to know she'd rather die than live with that

Harry had never been so afraid of something or for someone's safety before.

He couldn't stop thinking that if he hadn't let Julia come to the bar or if he had chased after her the moment she left, maybe none of this would have happened. She wouldn't have been taken away, drugged, or bullied. After a long while, seeing Julia was still. Harry finally got up and left the room for the one next door.

Without Harry's orders, no one dared to help the man on the floor up or take him to the hospital, and even his groans of pain were ignored.

When Harry arrived, the man's nerves, which had relaxed from pain, tensed up again in fear. Harry approached and stepped on his thigh, and the man's screams filled the room.

Harry's foot inched toward the space between the man's thighs. The man was drenched in cold sweat, trembling as he begged for mercy, fearing that Harry might destroy his dignity as a man.

Harry suddenly stopped and looked down at the man. "Don't what?" he asked.

"Mr. Wright. I know I was wrong Please, spare me. I won't dare do it again, the man pleaded

Harry's smile was more terrifying than his cold demeanor. He lifted his foot, and the man sighed with relief, but only for a choment.

cream, the man passed out in pain, lying in a mix of blood and urine. Harry looked away in disgust and ordered the man to be thrown on adside to lend for himself..

The next day, Julia slowly opened her eyes, staring blankly at the ceiling, her mind a jumble. The chantle scenes from the night before crashed through her memory, but she certainly remembered being brought the hotel and the greasy man lunging at her. She also recalle fresh clothes,

The man's lewd for and triumphant gain haunted Julia like a nightmare. She threw off the blanket, Looking at herself changed into fresh she felt much. She stared blankly and slowly climbed out of bed with a pale face.

Barefoot on the icy floor, her entire body aches as though it had been run over by a car. Seeing her bandaged wrists and ankles, she couldn't help

but start cryİNE

She walked silently over to the window, the sudden rush of wind chill when she opened it.

Just then, the door opened with footsteps approaching from behind Jolis iliilo't know who it was and didn't turn around, assuming it was the man who harmed her. She didn't want to imprint the face of the man deeply in her mind. It was her nightmare

When Harry saw Julia standing by the window, he thought she was contemplating jumping not. He rushed over, pulled her back, and growled, Don't do it here even if you want to die"

Heating Harry's voice, Julia opened her eyes. Tears streamed down her face as she stated intently at Harry, not untering a word for a long time.

"My clothes were changed, so what happened last niglu was real. It wasn't a dream; she thuniight. Feeling desperate with a vacant look in her eyes, she asked, "Why are you here?!

I've been here all along. I just stepped out to take a call, Harry replied.

Juba stared into Harry's eyes, thinking about what had happened the night before. She wondered when he arrived, whether or not he had seen her in her state of vulnerability, and how she would face him in the future.

Seeing her out of sorts worried Harry. "What's really going on with you?" he asked.

I'm fine. It's just that I'm very tired. Probably I didn't get much rest last night, Julia replied calmly. Just as Harry was about to speak, she added seriously. "Hany, let's get a divorce, okay?"