365 Days of Rejected Proposal: CEO's Rebellious Pet-Chapter 138: He Wants Her to Tell Him Herself

Chapter 138: Chapter 138: He Wants Her to Tell Him Herself

Zinnia Lawrence was in no mood to meekly follow Jenson Forrest. She immediately gripped the armrest of her seat, crying out for help.

"I won’t go! Help! I don’t know him!"

She turned her head and realized that although the plane was full of people, it was eerily quiet.

Everyone stared at them, but no one dared to step forward.

Behind Jenson Forrest stood the captain and the flight crew, along with several black-clad bodyguards he had brought with him.

The captain himself had personally opened the cabin door to let Jenson Forrest in, and even a fool could see this was someone not to be provoked.

Zinnia, however, refused to give in. She believed there would always be people unafraid of power.

She was about to cry for help again when the man leaned down and whispered in her ear.

"What about Yara Fairchild and your brother?"

This man was actually using Yara Fairchild and Mason Lawrence to threaten her.

Zinnia’s heart sank, and her grip on the armrest instinctively loosened.

Jenson Forrest lifted her completely into his arms. Seemingly in a good mood, he nodded to the captain and the others.

"Thank you for your trouble."

While Jenson Forrest and his men came aboard, the captain and crew were responsible for calming the other passengers and preventing them from taking pictures.

The man carried Zinnia swiftly toward the cabin door. Realizing there was no hope for rescue, she ceased her struggle and hung her head quietly as he took her away.

Jenson Forrest lowered his eyes. Her long hair cascaded down, leaving him with a view of only the soft, dark crown of her head. She looked especially docile.

The thought of their child in her womb made Jenson Forrest slow down, his steps becoming steadier.

He tightened his arms, holding the woman in his embrace even closer, as if clutching a precious treasure.

An unfamiliar emotion welled up in his chest. His previously restless and agitated heart now felt heavy, filled with a profound sense of satisfaction.

Zinnia was carried off the plane, where a stretch limousine awaited them nearby.

Jenson Forrest walked steadily toward it as a bodyguard immediately opened the car door.

But Zinnia still wasn’t ready to give up. She lifted her head from the man’s embrace, gazed back at the plane, which was still in sight, and tugged on his tie.

"Jenson, didn’t we agree? After a one-month cooling-off period, we’d get the divorce certificate. And you didn’t have any objections to me going abroad. How can you go back on your word?"

Jenson Forrest looked down at her. The woman’s small face was pale, and her eyes were red, looking like she was on the verge of tears from sheer frustration.

He had come after her, yet not only was she not the least bit happy, she looked deeply upset and heartbroken.

"Do you want to leave me that badly?" Jenson Forrest sneered, his thin lips twisting into a smirk.

He asked the question but seemed completely uninterested in her answer, his voice deepening as he added, "Unfortunately for you, you’re not the one in control!"

He bent over and placed Zinnia in the car before getting in after her.

The car sped off. Zinnia sat on the long bench seat, making it clear she wanted nothing to do with Jenson Forrest.

She slid further away, trying to put a clear boundary between them.

But Jenson Forrest instantly moved closer, his long legs spreading carelessly as his tense thigh pressed against her jeans.

Fortunately, there was enough room in the spacious car, so Zinnia slid over two more spots, widening the gap between them.

She made her desire to ignore him perfectly clear.

Jenson Forrest didn’t follow her this time. Instead, he abruptly reached out, seized her legs, and tossed them onto the bench.

"Ah!"

Zinnia had no time to react before he flipped her onto the seat. The light above her dimmed as Jenson Forrest loomed over her.

She tried to struggle, but his large hand slipped under the hem of her shirt, resting on her waist.

"What are you doing?"

The heat of his palm was scorching. Zinnia froze, her eyes widening as her voice trembled.

She felt something was very wrong with Jenson Forrest and found herself increasingly unable to comprehend his intentions.

"Why so nervous?"

Jenson Forrest gazed down at the woman beneath him. His voice was level, but his hand roamed freely.

How could Zinnia not be nervous?

Her waist had always been a sensitive spot, and he undoubtedly knew it. That was why his hand lingered there, moving back and forth.

As his touch began to stir her body against her will, Zinnia also began to worry he would discover the baby.

Her abdomen was still flat, though. Jenson Forrest probably couldn’t feel anything...

"Why aren’t you talking? Don’t you like it when I touch you anymore? I remember you used to enjoy it..."

The man drew closer to her ear, his warm breath carrying phantom kisses that ghosted across her neck and behind her ear.

Zinnia’s cheeks flushed crimson with a mixture of shame and anger.

She started to struggle again. "Get off me! Did you drag me back just for this?!"

Jenson Forrest held her down firmly. He lifted his head from her neck, his narrow eyes squinting slightly.

"Isn’t there something you want to tell me? Think carefully."

His handsome face was impassive, yet he radiated an intensely dangerous aura.

The thought that this woman had hidden her pregnancy from him, that she was planning to leave the country with another man, made his heart churn with rage. A tide of jealousy threatened to tear his sanity to shreds. He would give her one more chance. He wanted her to tell him about the pregnancy herself!

Zinnia was both frightened and angered by his cold, dangerous demeanor.

"No! We’ve already filed for divorce; there’s nothing left to say! You, Jenson Forrest, are practically a god in Veridia! You can have any woman you want. If you want to do this, go find Crystal Sutton, you—" 𝙧𝙚𝙚𝔀𝒆𝓫𝓷𝙤𝓿𝒆𝙡.𝒄𝙤𝓶

Her furious words were cut off as the man’s lips crashed down, sealing hers.

The kiss was anything but gentle; it was fierce and punishing.

Panicked, Zinnia bit him. The faint taste of blood filled her mouth, but he didn’t stop.

She raised a hand to strike him, but he caught her small hand and intertwined their fingers, pinning her against the leather sofa.

The car was filled with the sounds of their struggle, their harsh breaths mingling with the roar of passing traffic.

They were on the road from the airport, in a car, and he was actually... If not for his familiar scent, she would have wondered if the crazed, desire-driven man before her was truly Jenson Forrest.

In their two years of marriage, he had always been so controlled and aloof. She never imagined he could become so frenzied over something like this.

In the midst of their struggle, her clothes were in disarray, her jeans had been pulled off, and she was trembling uncontrollably.

Zinnia’s entire body went rigid, her eyes wide with shock.

Only then did the man break the kiss, allowing her to breathe and speak.

He asked again, his voice hoarse, "Zinnia Lawrence, is there really nothing you want to tell me?"

Zinnia gasped for air, completely unaware of what he wanted her to say.

He terrified her. She had seen many sides of him: dignified and aloof, silent and detached, controlled and restrained, spirited and confident...

But she had never seen this version of him—crazed and bloodthirsty, violent and bestial.

She was filled with fear, shame, and indignation, but her biggest worry was for the baby in her womb.

"Don’t! You can’t!" she pleaded, gasping for breath.

The man finally stopped, his dark, suppressed gaze fixed on her.

"Tell me," he demanded, "why not?"