novelraw Chapter 346: The Wedding Night
Chapter 346: The Wedding Night
In the women’s toilet, Riya was pinned to the door.
Stefan pressed down and trapped her in his arms.
Looking at the handsome face in front of her, Riya panicked. She pretended to be calm and smiled, "We are in the women’s toilet. Mr. Key, aren’t afraid of being called a pervert?"
"The baby is mine."
Stefan leaned forward, with his waist pressing against Riya’s belly. His strength did not make her feel uncomfortable.
Stefan’s voice came from Riya’s head. He was unwilling to give up, "Let’s talk."
Riya was furious and rolled her eyes. She said in a cold tone, "Nothing to talk about. It was an accident. I won’t accept the baby."
She could not be threatened by the baby.
Stefan became serious and upset. He tightened his chin.
He held her waist forcefully, "I don’t agree."
Riya frowned. She was annoyed by Stefan’s stubbornness.
"It’s in my body. I don’t need your permission."
"Because of him? You still love him?"
Stefan’s voice was calm but cold, making Riya angrier.
She sneered and said, "Is Bruce the only man in the world? Do I have to be infatuated with a married man? Do I look like an affectionate girl?"
"Keep the baby, I..."
"Why? Did I say I wanted to talk to you?"
Riya impatiently interrupted Stefan. She got up and pushed him away. She wanted to leave.
Riya’s move caught Stefan off guard. He took two steps back. Seeing that she was about to leave, he strode forward. The door was closed forcefully. He pulled Riya back and put her onto the sink.
The cold marble counter stimulated Riya. She shuddered and subconsciously struggled.
"What the hell are you doing?"
Riya panicked when she saw Stefan push her legs away and get closer to her. She pushed his chest forcefully.
When a man was an animal, he would be unreasonable.
"Since you don’t want to talk too much, we can only make actions."
The body was always more honest than the mouth. Stefan looked like he didn’t want to talk to her anymore.
Riya immediately became anxious, "Stefan, can you not be so savage?"
Stefan sneered. He regretted he had not been savage earlier. Otherwise, he had owned Riya. It would be none of Bruce’s business.
The crisp sound of a belt being pulled frightened Riya. She grabbed his belt in panic and said anxiously, "Let’s talk. We can talk about anything you want, okay?"
"How about dating?"
Riya was shocked. She said coldly, "No."
Stefan raised his eyebrows and pulled his belt calmly, "Then there’s nothing to talk about."
"Don’t, don’t take it off."
Riya’s face was red. She was extremely anxious.
They were in the women’s toilet. If someone saw them, she would not be able to explain it.
Stefan was not threatened by her. He did not stop. He would not give up until he reached his goal.
Riya knew that from the moment she entered the hospital, she would not be able to hide her pregnancy from him.
"Okay, let’s date. You can do whatever you want. Don’t take it off."
Seeing Stefan stop, Riya was so scared that she quickly grabbed his pants and fastened his belt.
She did not expect that one day, she would be defeated by a man.
She could not beat a shameless man like an animal.
Riya heaved a sigh of relief after she fastened Stefan’s belt.
Stefan looked at her quietly, full of love.
Riya rolled her eyes. She felt Stefan was realistic.
"When can I go to propose marriage? I’m free tomorrow and the day after tomorrow. You won’t be able to wear the wedding dress soon."
He touched her lower abdomen. Riya felt warm instead of pain.
She frowned and pushed him away. She said impatiently, "I need to think about it."
"I have no time these days. You are not allowed to visit my grandfather."
Without waiting for Stefan’s reply, she said anxiously, "The banquet has begun. Someone is looking for me. I have to go."
Riya fled out of the toilet, not daring to look at Stefan behind her.
It was so terrible. She was almost destroyed by him.
Outside the hotel.
The call was answered and Lily’s voice sounded, "Margaret, I was wrong. I was forced to do it. It was Mr. Jorgansen who asked me to transfer the money from my card. He said that if you have more than 10 dollars, my salary will be reduced by 10% this year. If you want to blame someone, blame him. Don’t blame me. I just work for him. I dare not disobey the boss."
Before Margaret questioned her, Lily quickly confessed.
Margaret’s account was controlled by Orlenna. She had to put the money she earned with great difficulty into Lily’s card.
She thought that Orlenna wouldn’t find out like this, but she didn’t expect the current situation.
"That is my money, my money."
Margaret was so distressed that she felt suffocated. If Lily was in front of her, she would grab Lily’s neck.
"I know, I know. But Mr. Jorgansen said that you are married. It becomes your shared property. He asked me to transfer the money to you after your honeymoon."
The bastard wanted to have a honeymoon with her. Keep dreaming!
Lily said with caution. She had worked hard in the Jorgansen Group for two or three years to become a supervisor. Julian and Margaret were struggling for the property. She had no choice.
"Don’t worry. Mr. Jorgansen is an upright person. After you get married, he will not let you live on the streets."
Margaret listened to Lily’s comforting and sneered. Wasn’t she living on the streets now?
"I have things to do. I had to hang up."
Lily hung up the phone very quickly. Before Margaret could respond, the phone was restored to the first screen.
If she asked help from Hilla at this time, Orlenna would beat her up. She would not give her any allowance in the future.
Margaret made a decision. A woman among women was she who knew when to eat humble pie and when to hold her head high. It was just marriage. There was nothing to be afraid of.
She just took it as she had been rubbed by a pig.
Margaret reluctantly returned to the hotel.
Inside the room.
Julian was leaning against the bed, looking at the data on the pad. The golden-rimmed glasses on his face reflected light.
Hearing someone knocking on the door, he said unhurriedly, "Come in."
The door was opened and Margaret stared at him fiercely. The moment Julian looked up at her, she ran over to the bed with the grievance.
With red eyes, she said in a delicate voice, "Honey, I was wrong!"
Julian sneered and revealed a gentle smile. He said in calm, "Oh, what’s wrong?"
...
"Haven’t you thought of a reason?"
Julian looked at the unrepentant Margaret. His gaze gradually cooled.
He took off his glasses and said, "I’m tired. Miss Anderson, find a place to sleep tonight."
Seeing Julian was about to lie down, Margaret quickly hugged the thigh under the quilt, "Give me more time. I’ll find one."
Julian pulled the quilt out of her arms and said, "It’s too late."
"I’ve got it!"
Margaret looked at Julian. She pinched the corner of the quilt and lowered her head to whisper, "You let me escape the marriage. Now you want to threaten me, you bastard."
"What are you muttering about?"
"It’s nothing. Today is our wedding day. I feel nervous so I want to go out and see the scenery to relax. By the way, I want to see the landscape that my husband builds for me."
Margaret thought it was a perfect smile. She smiled and said, "It was beautiful, so I came back late."
Julian sneered. How could she be so shameless?
"This hotel is large. No wonder Mr. Jorgansen is so busy every day. But you are so capable. It is not a problem for you to manage several hotels like this."
This hotel belonged to the Jorgansen Group in River City. The wedding here was temporary. But since Margaret married Julian, it could be said the hotel was hers.
She was getting better and better at flattering him.
Wasn’t she quite upright before she came back?
"You don’t want to escape?"
"No, I don’t want to. I have never thought about it."
Margaret forcefully shook her head. Her small face was full of smiles, "It’s my fortune to marry Mr. Jorgansen. How can I do such an irresponsible thing like running away from the wedding?"
"Besides, if I ran away, you will be shamed. How can I be so insensible?"
Margaret rested her elbows on the bed and propped her chin up with her hands. Her big black eyes flashed. She smiled fawningly, "Mr. Jorgansen, you are rich. My money is nothing to you, right? When will you give me my money..."
Julian looked at Margaret and smiled silently.
"It doesn’t matter if you don’t give me now. After getting married, it will be yours. It’s just ... if people know that I, the dignified Mrs. Jorgansen, don’t even have any pocket money, wouldn’t it be embarrassing for you?"
Margaret rubbed the quilt in her hand, trying to wring the duck furs out.
When she became rich, she must humiliate the bastard.
"You are right."
"You agreed?"
Margaret said happily. She watched Julian open the drawer at the bedside and then calmly close it.
Margaret thought, "What do you mean? You don’t want to give living expenses after getting married?"
"What if I give you money and you run away again?"
Julian said calmly, "Could I be shamed then?"
"How could I? I’m not that kind of person."
Margaret clenched the corner of the quilt and stared at the drawer. It was as if she could see through the wooden boards and open the drawer full of cash.
Julian sneered, "Aren’t you that kind of person?"
"Of course not."
Margaret straightened her back, pretending to be sincere.
Julian patted the pillow next to him, "Come up."
"What?"
Margaret’s voice unconsciously rose. If there was no roof, her voice could reach the sky.
She thought she would only have to flatter him. It went out of her plan.
Julian nodded, "Aren’t you not going to escape marriage? Hurry up and finish the last part of the wedding. I have work tomorrow and can’t sleep late."
Margaret thought, "Are you going to walk the red carpet tomorrow, so you are afraid that you’ll grow dark circles overnight?"
"You don’t want to or you dare not?"
Seeing Margaret didn’t move, Julian was not in a hurry. He looked at the door and said, "Then I’ll have to trouble you to find yourself a place..."
"What I’m afraid of? It’s just sleeping with you."
Margaret stood up straight and took a deep breath. She was married. What else was she afraid of?
It’s was the 21st century. This kind of thing...
"No experience?"
Julian looked at Margaret up and down. He sneered with sarcasm.
He said calmly, "You are almost thirty. Can’t you be a virg..."
Before Julian finished, Margaret covered his mouth with a slap.
She could not allow him to finish.
She awkwardly smiled and said, "I have experience!"
Julian lowered his thick eyelashes and patted the bedside. He thought, "What are you waiting for? Get on the bed quickly."
Margaret looked at the bed and wanted to move her legs but failed.
Julian tightened Margaret’s wrist and pulled off her hand covering his face. He breathed freely, and his voice became deeper.
"I’ll give you one last chance. If you are unwilling, leave quickly. Don’t expect me to be tender on the wedding night."
He was a normal man. How could he not eat the meat that was on his lips? Margaret wanted to leave.
Just as she was about to turn around and go out, she found that her wrist was held.
She pulled her hand hard. But Julian grabbed her forcefully.
Margaret frowned and looked up. She saw the lust in Julian’s eyes. "I can’t."
She had to admit defeat. At most, she slept on the streets tonight.
Seeing she looked wronged, Julian sneered.
A good-for-nothing woman couldn’t do it.
Julian gripped her wrist, and Margaret staggered and pounced on the bed.
Julian turned over and easily pressed her down.
Margaret was pressed by the heavy body. She groaned and struggled, "Julian, you don’t keep your word."
"What did I say?"
"You said you won’t force me."
Margaret shouted. She wanted to get up but was pressed down by Julian. Even his hot breath, along with his undulating chest, sprayed on her face.
"Have I ever said that?"
"You said it!"
Margaret said anxiously. She felt his palm was digging into her clothes. She went crazy.
Julian sneered. He did not stop moving. He skillfully unbuttoned her clothes and said in a hoarse voice, "Don’t you know what day it is today?"
He said he wouldn’t be tender on the wedding night. He had been flirting with Margaret for more than two years. He wouldn’t let her off easily.