Chapter 3 Who Says I Can't Do It?

• Milicent hurriedly grabbed the comforter to wrap herself up as she curled into a ball, looking very defenseless.
• Although Hansel had only caught a glimpse of her alluring beauty, his eyes darkened slightly. His cold voice was hoarse as he chuckled. "Your pure, innocent act doesn't suit you." He had an icy gaze as he continued, "If you can't please me, get lost!" With that, he rolled his wheelchair away.
• "Wait a minute!" Milicent panicked when she saw how indifferent and ruthless Hansel was being. She wrapped the covers around herself as she got out of bed before shouting at him, "You can't do it anyway, so why are you torturing me like this? Isn't it better for us to live in peace? It also saves you from annulling this marriage."
• Her words caused Hansel to pause. He stayed still as he turned around slightly and looked at her coldly from the corners of his eyes as his devilish voice rang. "Who says I can't do it?" Hansel had a threatening gaze resembling a beast lying in wait in the dark night. It felt like he would immediately pounce on her to destroy her if she said another word.
• What's going on? He's clearly disabled. How does he have such an assertive demeanor? Hansel had already turned his wheelchair around and was slowly approaching her, his eyes as dark as the night. Upon seeing this, Milicent, wrapped in the comforter, retreated subconsciously.
• Before long, Hansel was already before her in his wheelchair. He moved quickly as he raised one hand to clasp her thin, fair wrist while pulling away the comforter around her with the other. "Ah!" Milicent immediately fell onto his lap.
• "What did you say?" Hansel's lips parted coldly as his sharp gaze was fixed on her. "It's rumored that y-you're impotent…" Milicent was alarmed and tried to cover herself. Her face flushed. "Let me go…" His sudden approach caused her to panic as she sensed his fiery, aggressive demeanor. He was violent, domineering, and dangerous!
• This feeling… reminded Milicent of the man in the car then. His demeanor was as overbearing as the man currently in front of her. Her face paled. She would never forget that shameful night.
• After witnessing her husband's betrayal a month ago, she was loitering on the streets dejectedly when a man suddenly dragged her into a car. After that, everything got out of hand. She struggled and screamed, but her resistance was futile under the man's firm grasp.
• She was used and roughed up within an inch of her life, like a rag doll. Her innocence was stolen on that hopeless night. Furthermore, she didn't even see who that man was…
• "So you're going all out to become my wife?" The man's voice in her ear made her snap back to reality. Her body froze as she realized Hansel was pressing against her. She could feel his warmth. After what had happened a month ago, she clearly knew what it meant.
• Milicent's forehead was suddenly drenched in sweat. She covered her chest with one hand while pushing him away with the other. "Let me go first." He was too dangerous in his current state!
• "Heh." Hansel sneered, "Why are you so nervous? Haven't you done this before?" Milicent glared at him stubbornly. "Don't push me to my limit!"
• "For the last time, you can stay only if you please me."
• The color drained from Milicent's face as her lips trembled. Upon looking into his resolute eyes, Milicent finally mustered up the courage. She tried her best to repress her shame as she exposed herself in front of the man. Her hands trembled as she reached out and began to unbutton his shirt.
• After undoing the second button, a wave of nausea suddenly swept over her. "Blech!" Milicent retched uncontrollably. Following that, she felt a sudden pain in her jaw. Hansel grabbed her lower jaw and had a terrifying presence. "Are you that disgusted by me?"