The CEO's Substitute Ex-Wife-Chapter 145: The Cruelty of a Broken Heart

Ye Feimo was enraged. He suddenly swept her into his arms, threw her onto the bed, and lunged after her. His tall, lean body pressed down on hers, and his kiss followed, utterly devoid of tenderness, gnawing at her lips like a wild beast.

Wen Nuan lay like a puppet, allowing him to kiss her relentlessly.

Ye Feimo’s actions were so brutal it was as if the woman beneath him was his sworn enemy. His furious lust swept over Wen Nuan’s body like a wildfire. She lay still, her eyes vacant, shutting down all her senses.

It was as if only by doing this could she protect herself from further harm.

His lips pressed against hers, sucking until they ached and swelled. Ye Feimo forcibly pried open her teeth, invading her mouth. His savage ravaging and anger ignited his desire.

Since she lay so submissively, letting him take what he wanted, why should he be polite?

She was right; this was what he had always wanted.

He only desired this beautiful body. What did her heart have to do with him?

Why should he care about her heart?

There was no need!

His large hand covered her soft curves, the fire of his rage burning away all their reason.

He roughly tore off his tie, stripped off his jacket, and returned to Wen Nuan, plundering her beauty to his heart’s content. His large hands mercilessly kneaded her softness, actions that caused Wen Nuan considerable pain.

Ye Feimo’s hands carried a fiery heat, scorching her body. Everywhere he touched, fire ignited, as if to burn her away completely. Her body was so hot, yet her heart was icy cold.

Even though she felt nothing, numb, she couldn’t stop her body from reacting to him.

This was her tragedy.

Ye Feimo’s rough actions, laden with humiliation and anger, lacked any of the previous tenderness. He was always rough, but in the past, he had shown a tenderness she could distinctly feel.

Now, it was all gone.

She didn’t know whose fault all of this was.

Perhaps the current situation was due to his volatile moods and excessive prejudice against artists, or perhaps it was her own stubbornness, her refusal to acknowledge the stirrings in her heart.

They clearly wanted to get along, yet it had come to this.

Wen Nuan felt like a fool, a complete idiot, for lingering downstairs by the apartment.

She bit her lip, suppressing the whimpers that almost escaped. She was pathetic, wasn’t she? Even like this, her body couldn’t refuse Ye Feimo. Perhaps she had long since become accustomed to him.

A cruel smile flickered across Ye Feimo’s lips. He intensified the pressure of his hands. The throbbing pain from her softness almost made Wen Nuan surrender, but she bit down hard on her lower lip.

She would not beg for mercy. Never!

He smirked, his fingers cruelly invading her tight passage. Her body was dry and unable to accommodate his presence, yet Ye Feimo persisted, thrusting in and out with a cruel force, seemingly wanting to hear a sound from her, even if it was just a gasp, a plea for mercy, anything. freeweɓnovel~cѳm

Wen Nuan’s heart slowly sank into an abyss.

The last spark of hope in her heart was extinguished.

An unknown sorrow welled up and enveloped her. Tears welled in her vacant eyes. She didn’t know why her tears were overflowing, nor why her heart felt such profound sadness.

*Ye Feimo, I’m done with you!*

His movements halted. He stopped tormenting her, his eyes darkly fixed on her tear-streaked face. Her empty eyes, her tears, her despair—Ye Feimo looked as if he had been punched.

*God, what was he doing?*

*What was he doing to her?*

The woman beneath him was indeed what he had always desired, but he had never imagined obtaining her this way. He might be an ass, but he had never been so bestial towards a woman.

Influenced since childhood, Ye Feimo deeply yearned for the love his parents, brother and sister-in-law, aunt and uncle shared. He also longed to possess such a love, to have a woman he could wholeheartedly cherish.

But Han Bi had shattered his dream, causing him years of pain.

Just when another person was finally getting close to his heart, he pushed her away again.

*What was he doing?*

Ye Feimo clutched his head. In that instant, disappointment, self-reproach, sadness, helplessness, powerlessness, despair, and despondency all surged over him. He fell into an inescapable torment.

He suddenly grabbed his jacket and, as if fleeing, left Wen Nuan’s room.

Wen Nuan sat stunned. Not until the door slammed shut did she numbly grab the comforter and cover her body. She didn’t know why Ye Feimo had suddenly let her go, but she felt fortunate.

Thankfully, he had let her go.

What a blessing!

Wen Nuan curled up, biting the comforter, and wept softly.

This sharp pain imprinted itself on her body and in her heart.

Ye Feimo returned to his room. His trip to F City was solely for Wen Nuan, which was why he was also staying at the Marriott, on the same floor as her. He turned on the water and plunged his head into it, trying to calm down...

He needed to calm down!

He must have been insane to do something like that to Wen Nuan.

He lifted his head from the water with a splash, his eyes slightly red. He found Wen Nuan more difficult to handle than anyone he had ever encountered. Women, to him, came and went at his beck and call. Apart from Han Bi, when had he ever been troubled by a woman?

Just Wen Nuan alone made him lose his composure, his composure, his calm.

He had become so unlike himself.

"Ah..." Ye Feimo punched the glass mirror violently. The mirror instantly shattered, and blood welled from the back of his hand...

At that moment, the doorbell rang. Ye Feimo had no desire to answer, his eyes grimly fixed on his reflection in the mirror.

*Ye Feimo, why have you become so pathetic? Why have you become so pathetic?*

This couldn’t be him.

What kind of woman couldn’t he have? Why did it have to be Wen Nuan?

He was attracted to Wen Nuan solely because of her resemblance to Han Bi. Besides that face, what else was there to like about her?

Nothing at all.

The doorbell rang persistently.

Ye Feimo irritably opened the door. Han Bi smiled sweetly. "Feimo, I... Feimo, what’s wrong?"

Han Bi’s smile froze on her face. Ye Feimo’s hair was completely wet, his face covered in droplets, and the back of his hand was bloody. Han Bi gasped in alarm and frantically cupped his hand. "Feimo, who did you fight with? Why are you like this? Let’s go to the hospital. You need to get that bandaged properly."

Ye Feimo suddenly pulled Han Bi into an embrace, pressed her against the wall, and savagely began to tear at her clothes. Han Bi was startled, somewhat afraid of this Ye Feimo. In an instant, he had already ripped Han Bi’s dress. The anger and desire he felt for Wen Nuan desperately needed an outlet. Ye Feimo brutally grabbed her hair, buried his head in her neck, and began to strip away all her coverings...

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