After Divorce: Remarried to a Tycoon with Twin Babies-Chapter 84: Master Julian Loses Control and Forces Vivian? Marry Me!

Chapter 84: Chapter 84: Master Julian Loses Control and Forces Vivian? Marry Me!

Julian Thorne’s decision is the supreme command for everyone at Crestfall Villa.

No one dares to question his decisions.

Even Butler Turner and everyone else are more concerned about his current condition.

In that case, Butler Turner hurriedly called out to Jason, "We should quickly go check on Miss, solve her issue swiftly before we attend to Mr. Thorne."

As soon as Truman and his team left, Julian Thorne could barely hold on and quickly submerged himself in ice water.

The scalding red skin emitted a faint stream of smoke as soon as it touched the water.

Then, large droplets of sweat rolled down from the corner of his forehead.

It was his painful restraint under extreme endurance.

After an unknown period, he finally took a deep breath and upon opening his eyes, the crimson faded slightly, clearing up a bit.

At this moment, Vivian Sinclair in the second-floor guest room not only heard the roar of a helicopter but also the sharp alarm sound.

She hadn’t slept yet, sitting by the window to paint and listening to music for prenatal education.

When the helicopter sounded, she guessed it might be the villa owner, Julian Thorne, returning, thus showed no intention of delving into it.

After the alarm sounded, her expression changed, she immediately turned off the small speaker and hurriedly got out of the door.

Vivian Sinclair was even only wearing a white nightgown, as she guessed that something might have happened to Stella.

So, her mood was somewhat anxious.

However, Stella was not in her room on the second floor at all.

The servants throughout the villa seemed to be nowhere, and Vivian Sinclair couldn’t find a single person to inquire about the situation after a round on the first floor.

She heard some footsteps upstairs and feared Stella might have climbed onto the roof like that day, so she took the elevator on the gallery to the top floor hurriedly.

Yet after reaching the top floor, Vivian Sinclair still didn’t find anyone.

Moreover, the cold and barren wind on the rooftop made her shiver, and her nose turned red instantly.

But Vivian Sinclair saw, seeing many servants running in the garden downstairs.

She was about to return the same way when she saw the elevator going to the first floor.

Vivian Sinclair could only walk through the staircase, just about to turn the corner on the third floor when a scalding hand emerged from the darkness, pulling her into a firm, broad, and powerful embrace—

Vivian Sinclair didn’t even have time to cry out before someone covered her mouth.

The other hand of the person was like an iron arm, holding her tightly in his embrace.

Vivian Sinclair’s eyes widened in fear, her first reaction was to struggle violently, trying to break free.

However, no matter what she did, she couldn’t move an inch, under the mighty force of the other party, she was completely restrained, unable to escape in the slightest.

Her pupils trembled slightly as she looked up at those eyes in the darkness—

A pair of cold, icy black eyes were soaked in crimson.

One look, and she recognized. It’s him?

Julian Thorne?

What’s happening to him?

At this moment, his face was flushed not to mention, the hair on his forehead had been soaked with sweat, dripping water droplets continuously on Vivian Sinclair’s hand.

Moreover, Vivian Sinclair glanced down, noticing the crimson lips close by, seeming just a second away from instinctively leaning in toward her.

Further down, his Adam’s apple moved violently, every breath seemed to carry scorching heat, and in just a moment, his presence enveloped Vivian Sinclair, making her feel an intense sense of invasion.

Where had Vivian Sinclair encountered such a situation?

Even though she’s married, her zero conjugal life left her completely stunned.

Her whole heart was already leaping wildly in her chest due to this sudden encounter.

She vaguely guessed something, yet painstakingly lifted the hand covering her mouth, trembling asked, "Were you set up?"

Julian Thorne confirmed it was her.

Lowering his head, he leaned closer to Vivian Sinclair’s slender neck.

Her body was very cold.

Both her hands and cheeks, icy.

He couldn’t help but want more closeness.

"Vivian Sinclair..."

At this moment, Julian Thorne’s reasoning had crumbled inch by inch due to the effect of the drug.

Upon hearing Vivian Sinclair’s voice, he abruptly pinned her wrist by his side, his scorching breath spraying onto her neck.

Originally cold and hoarse, his voice nearly shattered at this moment: "It’s you..."

Vivian Sinclair was already frozen stiff, dare not move a bit.

Seeing his forehead veins faintly appear and herself locked between the wall and his embrace, Vivian Sinclair forcefully instructed herself: Calm down, must quickly calm down.

"Yes, yes, it’s, it’s me, you, you calm down, Mr. Thorne..."

"I, I am Vivian Sinclair, if you, you need any help... I, I can go get people for you..."

"Please, please calm down a bit, let go of me first..."

However, Julian Thorne’s palms suddenly swept over Vivian Sinclair’s waist.

His action and strength carried an undeniable aggressiveness, further looking into her eyes, a desire fiercer than flames surged in his eyes, nearly engulfing Vivian Sinclair completely.

Yet ultimately, a shred of restraint and clarity remained, his voice a low rasp telling the person before him: "No one else."

"I want you, to help me."

Her, help him?

Help, help, help with what?

Vivian Sinclair almost lost her composure and could only exclaim, "But I’m pregnant!"

However, Julian Thorne didn’t give her the opportunity to refuse or run away; instead, a stronger force pulled Vivian Sinclair into the room.

Julian Thorne weakly slumped onto the sofa, while Vivian Sinclair uncontrollably fell toward him.

She let out a soft cry.

Fortunately, Julian Thorne still managed to protect her waist, preventing Vivian Sinclair from bumping her belly.

Julian Thorne, somewhat uncontrollably, leaned back, his lips brushing lightly over Vivian Sinclair’s hair.

He lightly licked his lips, his heated gaze fixed firmly on Vivian Sinclair’s alluring red lips.

However, he also noticed her fear.

Moreover, his large palm felt her slightly swollen abdomen.

Remembering something, Julian Thorne struggled to retain his remaining composure, helping her to sit down beside him.

He kept massaging his temples.

"Quickly."

"Otherwise, I fear I might lose control..."

Vivian Sinclair was completely panicked, "Mr. Sinclair, I... I truly can’t help you."

"Please let me go."

"I’m not only a married woman but also pregnant, I truly cannot assist —"

As she prepared to seize the moment to flee, Julian Thorne seemed to have anticipated it and suddenly grasped her wrist again, then turned to press closer.

He encircled her in his arms, his gaze filled with a near-desperate urgency and loss of control, but unexpectedly, he said, "What is Miss Sinclair imagining?"

"I just want you to... print the report data from the testing instrument on that table."

"Then read all the information out loud to me, and I’ll teach you how to mix the medicine."

"Finally, help me inject the antidote into my muscle, my symptoms will ease..."

"This is the help I need."

"Quickly go..."

After saying this, he released Vivian Sinclair again, then lay back powerlessly on the sofa, saying nothing.

Vivian Sinclair realized she’d misunderstood.

Not daring to delay, she immediately got up and went to the table.

Following orders, she printed the report and promptly read every word of the data.

Julian Thorne: "Check the medicine they left, whether there is..."

After he mentioned several names, Vivian Sinclair was surprised to find he hadn’t made a single mistake!

Finding these agents among a pile of bottles wasn’t difficult for Vivian Sinclair.

Although her heart was frantic, her hands operated swiftly and steadily, soon mixing the agents properly.

Vivian Sinclair hurriedly took the syringe over, feeling a bit tense.

"Mr. Thorne, how about you do it yourself?"

She hesitated to get closer.

Julian Thorne said nothing, merely replaced the loose black robe to his waist.

He revealed his strong and broad torso, covered in numerous tiny scars, with clear eight-pack abs and other beautifully perfect muscles.

He pointed at his arm: "Inject here, push the syringe."

"I don’t have much strength, please..."

His deep gaze then unwaveringly fell upon himself.

Vivian Sinclair couldn’t help but swallow hard.

Faced with such male beauty... no, such a robust physique... no, they were all wrong, it should be just a vulnerable man needing a little help from her, words of refusal were hard to utter.

Moreover, she saw him almost steaming all over.

If she didn’t push the syringe, surely he’d be done for.

Vivian Sinclair quickly sat down, disinfected, and swiftly injected the needle into Julian Thorne’s muscle.

"It’ll hurt a bit, bear it."

After all, she had injected ’fetal-nourishing nutrition shots’ for months, sometimes even doing it herself.

So injecting was no difficulty for her, she even used her hand to relax the muscles around the injection site, though her eyes dared not glance at the surrounding alluring sights.

Soon, the injection was done.

"Then you rest well, I won’t disturb you anymore!"

Having helped, Vivian Sinclair still felt Julian Thorne, burning all over, was extremely dangerous.

Thus, she quickly got up and tossed the syringe into the garbage bin.

Just as she turned to leave, Julian Thorne had somehow stood up again.

He steadied himself and came closer, pressing Vivian Sinclair to the side of the table, then propped up his arms, once more encircling her within.

He looked up, his eyes unclear.

He raised his hand, gently caressing Vivian Sinclair’s temple.

He opened his mouth and said, "Divorce your husband."

"Vivian Sinclair..."

"Divorce him, marry me."