Chapter 78 Julius Regrets It
Jemima’s face paled instantly.
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She was no longer an innocent eighteen–year–old girl, and his words, paired with his demeanor, made his intentions unmistakably clear.
Panic surged through her as she instinctively shrank back, putting distance between them. “Stop this! Don’t do anything
reckless!”
Julius, unfazed, placed a firm hand on her shoulder, pulling her closer. His voice was low and deliberate. “Stop what? What happens between a husband and wife is beyond even the police’s jurisdiction.”
Shoving him aside, she yelled, “But I don’t want to. If you force me, that would be-
She struggled against him, but his strength far exceeded hers
His hand slid down, his arm curling around her slender waist, drawing her into his embrace. Their breaths mingled in the dim light.
Jemima turned her head away, fury burning in her eyes. “Julius, you’re such a jerk!”
He leaned in closer, his breath hot against her ear. “Before, all you cared about was work. You refused to have a child, always taking precautions. But tonight…” His voice turned husky, grating against her senses. “Let’s not. Maybe by next month, you’ll be carrying my child.”
“Let me go! Let me go!” Panic surged through her, and she thrashed against him, struggling with all her might.
Julius pressed a lingering kiss to her ear, then trailed down her cheek. “How about a compromise? Let’s take a gamble. If you’re not pregnant after tonight, I’ll let you go. But if you are… you’ll come home with me.”
Jemima was beyond speechless, her anger reaching a boiling point.
She spat at him, her voice shaking with rage. “To hell with you! Who in their right mind would gamble on something like this? What gives you the right to decide my fate?”
Despite her upbringing, she hurled curses, throwing all decorum aside.
-Once you have my child, you won’t think this way,” Julius said, flicking his cigarette out the window. With a swift motion, he reclined her seat and leaned in.
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Get up! Let go of me you jerk!” Jemima pounded his chest, struggling against him, refusing to surrender.
But her delicate hands were no match for his strength. No matter how hard she fought, until her forehead was damp with sweat, she couldn’t move him an inch.
He pinned her arm down, forcing it to bend as he drew closer.
The arms that once brought her comfort now caged her in fear.
She was terrified. Truly terrified.
“Don’t do this,” she pleaded, her voice shaking. “Not here, not in the car. Julius, I’m begging you… please, don’t do this to me.”
Her feeble hands pressed against his chest, trembling as tears welled up in her eyes.
Julius froze for a brief moment, watching her on the verge of tears. Is being close to me truly that unbearable for her?
Her resistance, her fear–every flinch and struggle–felt like needles piercing his heart. Each stab sent a wave of torment through him, twisting into something darker, something on the verge of madness.
His gaze turned icy. Without hesitation, he pried her hands away from his chest, pinning them above her head. “You will
want this,” he declared.
“Jerk!” Jemima seethed, so disgusted that she felt nauseous.
Chapter 78 Julius Regrets it
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She opened her mouth to lash out, but before she could utter another word, his lips crushed against hers, silencing her protest with the lingering taste of tobacco and dominance.
The familiar softness of her lips sent a shiver down his spine, a rush of desire surging through him like an unrelenting tide. In that instant, it was as if time had rewound–back to their first time, back to when he felt he could devour her whole.
He had to admit it–his feelings for her had dulled over time, especially in the past six months. The allure of novelty had drawn him away, making him reluctant to return home and to communicate with her. He had indulged himself, acting on impulse, while she remained silent, never making a fuss. She had been like air to him–constant, unnoticed, yet vital.
She had always been there. She should always be there.
It had never crossed his mind that she would leave, let alone sever all ties so ruthlessly, denying him even the slightest chance of redemption. He had only sought a fleeting escape from the monotony of marriage–a temporary indulgence, a momentary thrill. He never meant to lose her.
“I love you. We promised to stay together forever.” His kisses trailed from her lips down to her chest, his husky voice murmuring words of love as he lifted her skirt.
Jemima cried out, her throat raw from screaming, her struggles growing weaker. Just as despair set in, a voice rang out from outside the car. “Hey, man! This isn’t some deserted place. Keep it down, will you? Some of us single folks would like to suffer a little less.”
Julius froze.
His body tensed as he instinctively shifted, positioning himself to shield Jemima’s exposed shoulder. He turned toward the window. “Get lost,” he ordered, his voice laced with menace.
The stranger simply shrugged and walked away.
Silence engulfed the car. Inside and out, everything had come to a standstill.
Jemima shoved Julius off her, scrambling to sit upright. Her lips were swollen, her clothes disheveled, and her wide, tear–filled. eyes mirrored the look of a frightened rabbit. Yet, to Julius, this fragile, vulnerable sight only reignited the fire within him.
He reached out, his fingers brushing her face. “Let’s go somewhere else.”
A sharp slap cracked through the air. “You really are a despicable jerk! I must have been blind to ever love you!”
