Ex-Husband Begone novel Chapter 277

Chapter277

Bethany didn’t use any strength at all, even if he tried, Bethany’s slightly bent fingers just touched his face, there was really no

force at all.

She just looked at him really indifferently.

It was like I didn’t care about anything.

Terrence felt kind of powerless. He lowered his head and rested

it on her legs, his voice a little choked, “We haven’t been

together for a long time. I just… missed you so much that I

couldn’t help it. I didn’t mean to…”

I didn’t mean to treat her like that.

My desire for her had been burning hot, from when she went to

take a shower last night, all the way to Linden Manor.

Nicotine didn’t help, drinking didn’t help, and even a cold

shower didn’t help.

I rushed over to find her, just wanted to be gentle and coax her

into giving herself to him.

He had no idea at all why things ended up like that in the end.

Chapter277

Bethany couldn’t speak, just silent silence.

He slowly looked up, stared at the cut on her lip, and thought

about how he’d acted like an animal. He almost regretted it so

much it hurt.

“Beth.”

His voice calling her name was really sexy and pleasant.

In the past, Bethany really liked it when he called her name like

that.

But usually, he called her Bethany.

He only called her that when things got heated in bed.

Last night, he kept calling her name softly like that, but all she

felt was pain.

Terrence lifted his bony hand and shakily brushed it against

Bethany’s face, trying to comfort her and ask, does it hurt?

Bethany dodged like a startled bird, shaking all over. Her pretty

eyes looked lost, and her pupils couldn’t focus.

Her trembling, terrified look made Terrence’s heart clench, and

he could only pull back his hand that had frozen near her cheek.

Bethany even shook off his other hand, didn’t even take off her

shoes, just pulled both legs up onto the couch, hugged them.

tight with her arms, and almost curled up into the very corner

of the couch.

She was afraid he would touch her face again.

Last night he just held her jaw like that, gripping the back of her

head, for more than an hour. The muscles by her cheeks still

hurt now.

No matter how many tears she cried or how many times she

shook her head, he didn’t let her go.

Tears fell like broken beads, streaming down from her dull eyes,

dropping in big drops onto the fabric sofa, spreading out…

Looked like a helpless little kid.

Every little move really hit Terrence’s heart!

He got up and sat on the sofa, held the trembling her in his arms,

pressed his face gently against her cheek, rubbing softly, and

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