Chapter 138: Chapter 138: I Like the Marks You Leave on Me
Victoria Monroe never expected that he could go to this extent!
It turned out that these days he had been secretly monitoring her, just waiting for her to take out her phone and get caught red-handed.
Julian Fordham was so unfamiliar that it frightened her.
"Baby, let me see what you and he have been chatting about?"
Julian grabbed the phone with one hand, and Victoria squatted on the ground, taking the opportunity to bite his hand hard.
Neither would let go, neither the phone nor the bite.
Two stubborn people came together.
She already tasted blood in her mouth, but he smiled at her, "Victoria, have you bitten enough? If not, you can bite this hand too, I like it when you leave marks on me."
Pervert!
Julian took advantage of her drawing back to snatch away the phone, and as he turned it on, he switched to the recent contacts, everything was just as he thought.
"Give it back to me!"
"Victoria, you haven’t contacted him for so long, why did you contact him yesterday? Do you care about him that much?"
With his height advantage, holding the phone up, Victoria simply couldn’t grab it back.
Until Julian saw Rhys Hawthorne’s text message, the expression in his eyes grew progressively sinister.
He threw the phone onto the bed, watching as Victoria quickly climbed on and held the phone like a treasure to her chest.
This action further enraged Julian.
He stood by the bed, his handsome face as cold as ice, "Victoria, tell me, the person you need is not Rhys, right?"
Victoria wanted to lie for her conscience and brush off Julian, but the pain of losing her daughter, the stress over this period, coupled with the hormonal changes during pregnancy, she couldn’t control her emotions.
She roared at him like an angry little beast, "Julian Fordham, the person I need is Rhys Hawthorne. Unlike you, he’s not lone and overbearing, domineering and forceful. He considers my thoughts, cares about my feelings. If I could do it over, I certainly wouldn’t marry you."
From the first time she proposed divorce, Victoria had always been dignified, never had such an emotional upheaval.
But with the loss of her child, her hope was gone, Julian continued to aggressively press her, and she was on the verge of madness.
She lashed out angrily at Julian, yelling, pouring out her emotions.
This man was too calculating, she couldn’t beat him, nor could she escape.
Even the last road was blocked by him, what could she do?
She couldn’t see the future, only a void of darkness.
Who could come and pull her out of this mire?
After being husband and wife for so many years, she knew how to stab him in the heart.
The blood on the back of Julian’s hand spread, but he didn’t feel any pain, instead, his heart seemed to be bleeding.
As their eyes locked, Julian’s gaze turned icy cold, his voice was deep and chilling, "If you don’t marry me, are you going to marry him?"
Victoria’s eyes were filled with hate, "Anyone but you."
"Victoria, provoking me won’t do you any good."
Victoria knew Julian had cut off her last road, she had nothing to lose, "What if I provoke you? Do you hurt too?"
Julian slowly leaned down, lifting her chin, "Victoria, losing the child made my heart hurt more than anything, so let’s have another child, the child will heal all our pains."
"In your eyes, am I just a vessel for childbirth? I once loved you and was willing to have your child, but now there’s only hate between us. If you insist on touching me, just be ready to collect my corpse."
Since she couldn’t escape, Victoria was trapped in darkness, no longer hoping to see the light again.
Victoria pulled out the hairpin from her hair, her beautiful hair slowly falling, and she quickly pressed the hairpin against her throat, "Julian Fordham, if you touch me again, I will die right in front of you."
The man’s eyes didn’t show a hint of fear, "Victoria, if you don’t want me, don’t you want your grandma either? Isn’t your greatest wish to provide for her? If you die, then I will have her accompany you in the grave."
Victoria couldn’t believe he said something like this, "Julian Fordham, she’s like your half-grandmother too!"
"Victoria, I’ve already given up my family, my company. Only when you’re here is she my family. If you die, I’m afraid you’d be lonely on the path to the Netherworld, I and grandma would come down to accompany you."
"Madman!" Victoria wasn’t as crazy as him!
He had already lost all his weaknesses, but she still had her grandma and child.
Julian extended a clearly defined hand to her, "Be good, give me the hairpin."
Victoria’s fingers trembled slightly, Julian’s dark eyes seemed to have no end, dangerously extreme.
"Victoria, you know there are many slopes on this island, if I accidentally let go while pushing grandma, what do you think the consequences would be?"
"Julian Fordham!"
Victoria was no match for him when it came to ruthlessness.
She could only compromise, handing over the hairpin.
Julian stroked her face, "Good girl, by the way, the wedding dress has arrived, come and try it on with me."
The wedding dress was tailored again to a new size, Julian personally helped her try it on.
His fingers slowly unzipped Victoria’s dress, Victoria was like a puppet, closing her eyes, she had no soul left.
The flimsy dress fell off like delicate petals in his hands.
Seeing the body he longed for day and night, Julian’s pupils grew darker.
It was true, he didn’t want anyone else.
"Wife..."
He leaned down and placed a kiss on Victoria Monroe’s shoulder, causing her whole body to shudder violently.
It was not lust, but anger.
She refused to open her eyes to look at the face that disgusted her.
The man sensed her thoughts, and his voice gradually turned cold, "Open your eyes and look at me."
Victoria Monroe had no choice but to open her eyes, and behind him was a massive floor mirror.
In the mirror, she was clad in only a single layer of intimate clothing, while Julian Fordham was fully dressed in a suit, making her feel utterly humiliated.
To him, was she his beloved, or just a plaything?
Seeing the disdain in her eyes, Julian Fordham lowered his gaze, no longer the gentle and considerate man he had been lately.
His lowered eyelids covered a third of his pupils, making his entire being seem cold and callous.
Perhaps this was the true Julian Fordham.
"Kiss me."
Victoria Monroe clenched her knuckles tightly; he was no longer pretending, he was showing his true colors.
Since kindness didn’t work, he resorted to threats.
Victoria Monroe gritted her teeth, "Do you really have to push me to this point?"
"We used to be so close, now I’m just asking you to kiss me, or do you intend to stay faithful to Rhys Hawthorne?"
He mentioned Rhys Hawthorne again, making Victoria Monroe even more disgusted.
Julian Fordham met her struggling and pained gaze, and he leaned down to embrace her, showering her with a stormy kiss.
He forcibly pried open her lips and teeth, inch by inch invading and seizing her territory, making her completely immersed in his breath.
His hands restlessly roamed her body, the sensation like a drought being quenched by rain, making him somewhat obsessed and reckless, "Wifey..."
Outside the room, her grandmother’s voice called out, "Girl, are you in there?"
The voice was a relief to Victoria Monroe, and she pushed Julian Fordham away, "Yes, I’m here."
She hastily picked up the wedding dress, and Julian Fordham helped her fasten the ties.
He stood behind her, their necks intertwined like a pair of mandarin ducks, observing their reflection in the mirror, "Victoria, see how well we match."
In appearance, they were indeed well-matched.
But beneath that handsome facade lay a heart of madness.
"Victoria, shall we have the wedding on the island tomorrow? Let Grandmother be our officiant, I’ll give you everything I owe you."
He gave her no room to choose.
After she changed back into her clothes, Julian Fordham combed her hair and braided it into a long plait.
"Victoria, I have blocked all signals on the island, Rhys Hawthorne won’t find this place. From now on, you will be my only wife."
"I can wait for you to fall in love with me again."
Opening the door, her grandmother saw her pale face, "Girl, what’s wrong? Who bullied you?"
"No one, I was trying on the wedding dress."
Her grandmother lifted her gaze towards the room where Julian Fordham, dressed in a suit, was tidying her dress.
His brows and eyes appeared so gentle and meticulous, yet her grandmother felt a sharp pain in her head.
She clutched her head as many voices echoed within.
"Grandmother, rest assured, in this life I will definitely cherish Victoria and never let her suffer any grievances."
"My son is so busy every day, how long can he endure? It’s only a matter of time before you rise to the top."
"Sister-in-law, look at Mom!"
"Grandmother, I know I was wrong."
Seeing her grandmother clutching her head, Victoria Monroe quickly asked, "What’s wrong, Grandmother?"
Julian Fordham also approached her, looking concerned.
Her grandmother endured the pain and said, "Nothing, just suddenly a bit tired."
"I’ll take you back to your room to rest."
Julian Fordham reverted to his previous self, patiently escorting her grandmother back to the room, staying with her to take medicine, and even massaging her legs, appearing extremely filial.
Watching her fall asleep, he finally closed the door and came out.
"Don’t worry, Grandmother will be fine."
"Let her have a good rest, tomorrow’s wedding..."
Julian Fordham knew she was looking for excuses not to marry him, "Victoria, Grandmother has recovered well, she’ll be fine. Tomorrow is a carefully chosen auspicious day, I will give you a romantic wedding."
Victoria Monroe lowered her voice, "Julian Fordham, can’t you respect me just this once? I’ve said I don’t want to..."
"Victoria, it turns out you don’t understand when I speak nicely to you, so I can only temporarily stop Grandmother’s medication, whenever you decide to marry me, I’ll give her the medicine."
"Julian Fordham, you’re shameless!"
"Victoria, I just love you too much, so be good, and stop thinking about Rhys Hawthorne."
"I am determined to have you!"
The elderly person in the room heard their conversation and already had tears streaming down their face.