Surviving Divorce Her Miraculous Second Chance - Season 2 Episode 32
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I felt a gust of wind hit the back of my head, which scared me into screaming and covering my head. However, I didn’t feel the anticipated pain, but instead heard a crisp crackling sound.
I was instantly sobered up by half from fright, and looked back in terror, only to see that man had been thrown onto a table. Guarding us, however, was a grim–faced Raymon.
The man got up in fury and lunged at Raymon again. I screamed in shock. Without hesitation, Raymon swung his fist and hit the man in the face again. The man let out a wail.
Many people looked over in our direction. Without a word, Raymon grabbed my arm and strode out. Eleanor quickly picked up our bags and followed behind.
“You really have some nerve, daring to come to this place and even drinking?” He growled at me with a gloomy face.
I was already shivering with fear from what had just happened, and now looking at his terrifying expression, I felt a chill in my heart. Ha! This stinky face, he was so indulgent when he was laughing in the restaurant just now, why did he change his face when he came to me?
“Cass, are you okay?” Eleanor checked on me, then turned to Raymon, “I’m sorry, coming here was my idea.”
I gave a faint smile, thinking to myself, ‘How dull! The drink’s been drunk, what difference does whose idea it was make?‘ I commanded Eleanor, “It’s fine! Let’s go home!”
Eleanor looked at me somewhat awkwardly, then at the gloomy–faced Raymon, “Maybe… could Mr. Baxter give Cass a ride? We’ve all been
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drinking, we can’t drive!”
Raymon gave a cold ‘hmm‘.
Eleanor slipped away as if she had been granted a pardon.
I yelled at Eleanor, “…Hey! Eleanor, are you my toxic friend? Hello… …”
I lifted my leg, intending to chase after her, but was swiftly pulled back by Raymon’s long arm. My head spun, crashing into a solid wall of muscle, causing stars to burst in my vision and making me incredibly dizzy.
I steadied my center of gravity, pushed him away, “Move aside… …stop making faces at me, didn’t anyone tell you? You look really good when you smile, just like a spring flower!” After singing, I giggled and turned to leave.
Raymon, however, grabbed me back, bent down, hoisted me directly onto his shoulder, and strode towards the parking lot.
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The upside–down position on his shoulder made me even more dizzy. I pounded on his back randomly, “Put me down, you jerk, I’m dizzy!”
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He completely ignored my resistance, harshly slapped my butt, causing a heart–wrenching pain and numbness. He walked straight to the car, threw me in, bent down to fasten my seat belt, and then drove away.
My head was throbbing, I felt extremely dizzy, the feeling was truly terrible. I shouted at him, “I want to go home!”
My protest was utterly futile, so I fell silent, letting him take me wherever he wanted. But all I could see before my eyes was the image of that delicate woman.
The car went to the resort again, returning to that villa. He pulled me out and carried me inside.
He turned on the light, the sudden brightness made me scream and cover
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my eyes. After a long while, I finally removed my hands from my eyes, only to be startled again by a pair of fierce eyes staring at me.
“Why are you… looking at me like that?” I asked him, somewhat unsettled, feeling a chill down my spine.
“Speak, why drink alcohol?” His tone was still icy cold.
“You care about me? I’m an adult, who says adults can’t drink? Can’t I be happy?” My tone was very defiant. After all the fuss, I sobered up a bit, my thinking was clear and agile, and I was still a little excited, “…Who are you to me?”
“Who do you think you are?” He retorted, still staring at me.
I was asked a counter–question that I couldn’t answer. I simply reached out my hand, boldly pushed his face away, and turned to the side, “Don’t look at me like that, I’m allergic! I can’t breathe!”
My words made him laugh, a laugh so charming that it could make
everyone swoon.
His eyes flashed, and in the next second, he pulled me into his arms. Subconsciously, I wanted to push him away, but he held me tighter, firmly controlling me in his embrace, “You can’t go to that place again! If you want to drink, I’ll accompany you!”
Suddenly, I stopped struggling, my mind processing his words, he was accompanying me?
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