Chapter 157: Chapter 157: She Couldn’t Go On Living...

The rich, mellow aroma of red wine on his lips was intoxicating.

Just as Noelle Sutton reacted, about to push Tristan Lawson away, he let her go.

He sensed he wasn’t going to be able to win her over.

Forcing her any further would probably only make their relationship worse.

He just wanted to take his wife home and live peacefully with her; he didn’t want to drive things to a point of mutual destruction.

There was no shame in swallowing his pride for his own woman.

At that moment, he was at his breaking point. Yet, he managed to rein in the searing lust that threatened to consume him. His low, hoarse voice trembled slightly. "Noelle, we haven’t been together in so long. Don’t you miss it at all?"

His lips nearly brushed her earlobe. His scorching breath swept slowly over her skin as he tried to entice her, to reel her in.

His voice was plenty seductive, plenty tempting. But for the now-clearheaded Noelle Sutton, it only inspired disgust. ’How could he say something so shameless?’

She was pinned by his body, unable to move. She furrowed her brow and raised a hand. "I don’t. Not one bit. I never want to have anything to do with you again. Tristan Lawson, can you please stop harassing me?"

Tristan Lawson reached out, his thumb and forefinger gently lifting Noelle Sutton’s delicate chin. His voice was husky. "We’ve been together seven years. How can you be so heartless? How can you abandon your husband and child?"

’Heartless?’

’Who’s the truly heartless one here?’

Tristan Lawson’s talent for turning the tables was truly impressive.

"Fine. If you want to call me heartless, then I’m heartless."

Tristan Lawson’s dark eyes stared intently at the woman before him.

At that moment, he had no idea that in the years to come, he would learn what it truly meant to be heartless.

"I won’t allow you to abandon your husband and child. Noelle, don’t force my hand."

Noelle Sutton laughed helplessly. He was the one who had always been relentlessly pushing her.

His stern brows trembled slightly as he whispered, "I don’t want to fight with you. I still don’t even know why we’re in the middle of this cold war. But whatever the reason... fine. I surrender. It’s my fault. Please, stop being angry, okay?"

His gentle coaxing and admission of defeat made Noelle Sutton’s eyes well up.

’Too late.’

’Her heart had already turned to stone; she wouldn’t be swayed in the slightest.’

Tristan Lawson placed a fleeting kiss on the corner of her lips and pulled her tightly into his arms.

Earlier that evening, it felt as if something vital was about to be stripped away from him. But now, holding her this tightly, it felt like it was all coming back.

’He’s putting on his devoted lover act again.’

’She had fallen for it time and time again, and the trap was different every single time.’

The lessons from the past were still fresh in her mind. How could she possibly be fooled by him again?

Tristan Lawson rested his chin on the crown of Noelle Sutton’s head, nuzzling her soft, fragrant hair. ’This was the scent he was used to.’

A warm, pleasant voice trembled from above Noelle Sutton’s head. "Noelle, it’s been too long. I can’t hold back anymore. Give yourself to me tonight, please?"

His tone was sincere as he sought her opinion.

’I knew it. He wouldn’t just show up and put on this whole devoted act for nothing.’

’So this was his real goal!’

’This disgusting, sex-crazed man.’

"Don’t believe me?"

’He was holding her so tightly she couldn’t move, couldn’t even speak. How was she supposed to answer him?’

She struggled in his arms, but he showed no sign of letting go. Instead, he grabbed her pliant hand and pressed it below his belt buckle. "Feel for yourself if you don’t believe me."

The moment her hand touched something hard, Noelle Sutton recoiled.

He held her fast, refusing to let her pull away.

Heaven only knew how satisfied he was by that feather-light touch.

The man suddenly released her hand. Before she could pull away, one of his strong arms was already sweeping under the backs of her knees.

Noelle Sutton was lifted off her feet. She instinctively threw her arms around his neck to keep from falling.

His strength was immense. He carried her effortlessly in one arm, striding toward the bedroom.

A moment later, he tossed Noelle Sutton onto the bed. Standing ramrod straight beside it, Tristan Lawson swiftly unfastened his belt buckle.

The crisp sound of the buckle echoed clearly in the night.

Noelle Sutton scrambled to sit up.

Just as the man leaned in.

Her face slammed right into his firm lower abdomen, her lips brushing against...

A muffled groan escaped the man’s throat.

He could no longer hold back and shoved her down onto the bed.

Tonight, no matter how she resisted or struggled, he would not let her go.

He wanted her!

Right now!

He would use this chance to fuck her into submission!

The man’s powerful hand clamped around the back of Noelle Sutton’s head...

He lost all reason.

Even his formidable self-control couldn’t suppress the frenzy raging within him.

What he didn’t know was that he was being driven by a drug.

Noelle Sutton was on the verge of tears...

Tristan Lawson was like a man possessed; no matter how she fought back, he didn’t loosen his grip.

A furious roar was building in her throat.

But he smothered it with his own.

Later, in her despair, she no longer had the strength to resist.

Her entire being felt like a broken, withered doll...

Rain beat against the window.

The man seemed to possess inexhaustible strength. He wantonly ravaged her mouth, and he didn’t stop there.

The rain outside wept and sobbed.

「Day was about to break.」

The man fell into a deep sleep.

Noelle Sutton pulled at her tattered clothes, shivering as she sat on the floor.

Her clenched fists trembled uncontrollably.

Veins stood out on the backs of her hands, and her knuckles were white.

She had cried all her tears the night before. Dried tracks crisscrossed her face.

’Right now, she wanted to die.’

’She felt utterly filthy.’

’She couldn’t live like this anymore...’

To her, this humiliation was worse than a death sentence from cancer.

She rose slowly and walked to the living room. A gleaming fruit knife lay in the fruit bowl. She picked it up. Her eyes were vacant as she walked back into the bedroom like a zombie.

On the bed, the man was still fast asleep.

His handsome, stern features were a gift from the heavens. Well-defined muscles made his physique incredibly sexy.

The button of his trousers was undone, and the zipper was half-open, hanging loosely.

Even in such a disheveled state, he still exuded an air of restrained, aristocratic masculinity.

’There was a time when, in her heart, he had been unforgettably good to her.’

’He was like a great mountain that no one else could ever surpass.’

But now, all of that had come crashing down.

The autumn rain, which had fallen all night, seemed to tell of the season’s sorrow.

Step by step, she walked to the side of the bed and raised the fruit knife.

Slowly, slowly, the tip of the blade descended, poised to strike Tristan Lawson’s chest.