Forbidden Game: Ruthless CEO, Please Set Me Free

Chapter 698 - 708 Stalemate (3)

"Fu Nancheng, let’s break up!" Qiao Mo spoke, somewhat fatigued.His eyes reddened, and in the next moment, he pressed down on her tender lips, speaking angrily and uneasily: "Don’t even think about it!"

Before she could react, his rough kiss frantically landed on her lips, biting, licking.

The scent of light tobacco overflowed from her lips, Qiao Mo whimpered, wanting to evade.

He grabbed her wrists, lifted them over her head, threw her onto the bed, his thigh pressing her legs down, giving her no chance to resist, wildly skimming over her lips, chin.

"Mm... let me go!" Qiao Mo’s eyes reddened, her hair somewhat disheveled, only feeling that he was like a crazed beast.

"You said you’d never leave me."

An unease grew in Qiao Mo’s eyes, her gaze moistening: "Let me go, you bastard!"

But his eyes were already red, not hearing a word she said, his mind filled only with the mockery and coldness he had seen in her eyes earlier.

The bed was in a tumult, seeing the man like a wild beast, Qiao Mo became somewhat afraid, her whole body trembling slightly.

"Fu Nancheng... don’t be like this..." Qiao Mo tried to cover her belly, but he couldn’t hear what she was saying; she was scared, utterly terrified.

She feared his roughness would hurt the baby, feared she might never be able to forgive him in this lifetime.

"The baby... our baby..." Tears welled up in Qiao Mo’s eyes, flooding into her nose and ears, almost suffocating her.

His movements paused slightly, his gaze falling on her slightly bulging belly, somewhat dazed.

Qiao Mo finally broke free of his hands, taking advantage of his distraction to immediately climb off the bed, turning to escape.

"Xiao Mo!" He reached out to grab her hand, filled with regret and countless words unsaid.

With a ’slap’, Qiao Mo swung her hand, delivering a harsh slap to his face!

"Fu Nancheng, you bastard!"

The room fell silent in an instant, he stared in a daze at the woman in front of him.

Her suit was torn into pieces, her eyes bloodshot, brimming with tears, mingled with hatred, fear, and anxiety, piercing his eyes painfully.

A trace of disappointment flashed in Qiao Mo’s eyes, she pushed him away, turning to run out of the bedroom, hiding in the guest room next door without coming out.

The room was in disarray, his gaze somewhat empty as well.

After a long while, his fingers burying into his hair forcefully, pulling it tightly, he slammed a fist into the wall, knuckles covered in blood.

Qiao Mo ran into the bathroom next door, turning on the shower, panting lightly while tightly holding her belly, tears of lingering fear still on her cheeks.

How could he treat her like this?

Ha... then again, hasn’t he always been like this?

Qiao Mo let out a self-deprecating smile, gently caressing her belly, her tearful eyes softening: "I’m sorry, did Daddy scare you just now?"

At over four months, her belly was beginning to show slightly. Usually, with loose clothing, it wasn’t very noticeable, but she could clearly feel every tiny change.

Qiao Mo slowly slid down onto the ground.