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"Fruitless" Romance

"Fruitless" Romance

Rosa Ward

Last update: 2024-03-07

Chapter 1 In Utter Misery—Neither Dead nor Alive

  • The howling winds and raging thunder outside the Barnett Residence were incredibly loud. Even so, those sounds did not affect the beautiful lady lying on the bed. Summer Woods was sleeping soundly due to a high fever. In her drowsy state, she felt somebody lie down next to her. All of a sudden, that person abruptly reached out to grab the hand she placed above the blankets. Squeezing her hand tightly, a wave of cold and sharp pain instantly washed over her entire body.
  • Before she could even react, she heard the man’s low and hoarse voice saying something extremely contemptuous. “Summer Woods, you look like a slut waiting to be f*cked. Are you that desperate?”
  • That man’s alluringly thin lips were tightly pressed together. However, the voice that came out of those lips was frosty—it was as cold as ice.
  • Those words of his instantly woke her up from her slumber. At the same instant, his chilly eyes narrowed abruptly. His large, fair hands grabbed her by the chin as he glared at her with a stern gaze. “Do you know the consequences of challenging my boundaries? You pretentious woman!”
  • “L-Let go!”
  • Unfortunately, her voice that was hoarse from the high fever sounded more like a thinly-veiled invitation to him instead. That short little sentence made the aura surrounding him become more frightening, and the strength of his grip involuntarily increased. Without warning, he threw aside the blankets that were tightly wrapped around her. The look in his eyes was unusually savage as his large hands ripped apart her pajamas without mercy.
  • She panicked. The memory of what happened at the hotel three years ago surfaced in her mind again. He had been completely drunk, but she still had a trace of reason left in her… Despite resisting his advances back then, she had been powerless against him. In the end, she had no choice but to painfully endure the feeling of the man ravaging her like a beast.
  • “No! Let go!”
  • “Let go? Hah; you look like you want to spread your legs for me.” Her struggles made him livid. What a shameless woman! Just touching her makes me sick!
  • “You’re waiting for me to f*ck you, aren’t you?!” His voice was bitter and cold; he sounded like Satan himself. At the same time, the temperature of their surroundings seemed to drop instantly because of his words.
  • “No! I am not!”
  • Knock. Knock. Knock. “Young Master Edward, Young Mistress Summer, Old Madam Barnett wants to meet you in the living room.” Just then, the respectful voice of the Barnett Family butler, Sebastian Hopkins, sounded from outside the door and interrupted the man’s vicious actions.
  • Taking advantage of the man’s sudden pause in movements, Summer used all the strength she had in her body to push the unsuspecting man away from her. Then, she speedily got out of bed and cowered in a corner of the room.
  • She tightly wrapped the clothes the man had torn to shreds around her body while trembling all over. Turning around, she saw the man’s chilly expression clearly. She met his cold sword-like gaze, lifting her eyes to look at him despite her fear. Her hoarse voice was mixed with a sense of detachment. “Mr. Barnett, I would never bother you unless it was inevitable.”
  • That was the truth—she would never contact this man whom she had not seen in three years unless it was inevitable. This man was her husband in name only—the heir to the mighty Barnett Family of Rongvale City—Edward Barnett. Although he was only 27 years old, he was a legend who monopolized the business industry in Starcliff City. He was known as the most brutal executioner in the business world due to his aloof and diabolical personality. However, he was a man even more fiendish than Satan himself in his personal life.
  • Feeling extremely uneasy, her large round eyes remained on guard against the man standing in front of her. He hated her—how could she not know? Regrettably, she had never had a choice—be it in the past or the present.
  • “Young Master Edward? Young Mistress Summer?” Seeing as there were no responses coming from inside the room, Sebastian’s respectful voice rang out from outside the door again.
  • “Tell Grandma that we will be right there.” The man narrowed his eyes slightly. His ink-black eyes were staring fixedly at the woman cowering in the corner. Then, his indifferent eyes sharpened considerably as he uttered words that were even more bone-chillingly cold.
  • Summer couldn’t help feeling a little uncomfortable with him staring at her in that manner. As a result, her head slowly dropped in response. Feeling extremely flustered, her hands that were clutching at the clothes around her chest tightened their grip significantly.
  • “Summer Woods, don’t forget who you are. Don’t provoke me. Otherwise, you will suffer the consequences!” After saying that, Edward got up from the bed and took out some wet tissues from the bedside table. He wiped his hands carefully, acting as if he had just touched something that disgusted him greatly. After that, he turned around gracefully and narrowed his eyes slightly. The look in his eyes turned grim. Walking to the door, he stopped suddenly and said, “If you’re lusting for the touch of a man, I don’t mind bringing in several men to satisfy you!”