Mr. Tycoon's Beloved Wife: The Madam No One Dares to Offend

Chapter 396: Blame on Me While You’re to Be Blamed

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Riya closed her eyes tightly and told herself not to open her eyes at this time.

The clothes were tightly held in her hands, and she could feel the familiar smell of the man.

If she had the strength to escape now, she would definitely jump out of Stefan’s arms and disappear!

Unfortunately, her limbs were weak. She could not see anything in the room, but she could feel the deadly quietness.

Allen’s voice disappeared. There were only the footsteps of a man’s leather shoes stepping on the floor.

"Mr. Key, I don’t know what’s going on. There are suddenly a lot of reporters coming this way."

Riya heard Samuel’s warning. She frowned.

How could reporters come here for no reason? It must be Allen.

If the reporters were to take photos of her in a hotel with a man like this, she would probably lose all her face.

Allen was so scheming. If those reporters really came for them, she would have nowhere to hide.

Allen looked cute but was really ruthless.

Stefan didn’t speak but turned around and entered a room.

Riya heard the sound of the door closing and knew that she was still in the hotel. She immediately straightened her back.

Before she could think of what to do next, she was suddenly placed on the sofa.

Then, she could see the crystal lamp above illuminating the entire room.

The man in front of her was also exceptionally beautiful.

The next second, Riya closed her eyes tightly.

"Stop pretending."

The man’s low voice came from above her head, his breath hitting her face, burning her to the point of pain.

She quietly opened her eyes and moved awkwardly, wanting to sit up from the sofa.

However, as soon as she moved, she felt a pair of hands holding her shoulders.

The man’s anger, through the strength in his hand, accurately transmitted to her body.

Riya frowned and muttered in a low voice, "It hurts!"

She still knew pain?

Stefan’s eyes were dark, but the strength in his hands loosened a little.

However, she was still unable to break free from Riya’s grip.

"You like that gigolo that much?"

Gigolo?

Riya was stunned for a moment before she realized that he was talking about Allen.

She then pouted.

"He does have a good face."

Stefan stared at her. Riya immediately coughed lightly.

"He is not my type. He is not worthy of me."

Riya straightened her back.

Sensing that Stefan’s expression had eased up, she said in a low voice, "How did you know that ... there was an accident?"

She thought what happened today was an accident.

Stefan stared at Riya, his eyes darkening.

Only then did he slowly speak, "An accident."

Riya thought, "What does that mean?

Was he repeating what she said, or just knew this by chance?

However, seeing Stefan’s cold expression, Riya didn’t want to embarrass herself. He didn’t seem to want to talk to her.

She moved his limp body and frowned, "When will I recover?"

She wanted to leave immediately now, especially since there were only the two of them in this room.

Stefan was not afraid of her running away. He walked to the table and poured himself a glass of red wine.

He shook the glass lightly and looked at the transparent ruby color inside. He said indifferently, "Let’s wait a little longer."

"What about the reporters outside?"

If the reporters found out that she was with a man in a hotel, her family would lose face!

She couldn’t drag her family in!

"Don’t worry; someone will take care of it."

Stefan said it casually, making Riya’s heart thump.

It seemed he didn’t want to interfere.

Then why did he bring her here?

"Forget it. As long as the reporters can’t capture me, it doesn’t matter."

She allowed herself to lie back on the bed.

Riya looked relaxed as she waited for the reporters to leave. Then she could be herself again.

However, when she thought of Allen, Riya frowned. She was really unwilling to let him off so easily. "What about Allen?"

Just as Riya asked this, she saw Stefan turn to look at her. His eyes were bright, and his lips were pursed into a straight line. There was a hint of sharpness in them. It was obvious that he was angry and jealous.

Carefully withdrawing her gaze, Riya coughed lightly and said guiltily, "He should be plotting against me. You won’t let him off so easily, right?"

He should be cut into a thousand pieces.

"Worried about him?"

The man’s voice was clear and cold.

Riya was stunned and rolled her eyes, "Do I look like that stupid? He caused me to be like this, and I’m still worried about him? I’m afraid that you’ll let him go too easily. Then what about my sufferings?"

Riya spoke righteously. Stefan retracted his gaze and looked at the wine glass in his hand.

Gently shaking the glass, he looked at the liquid in the glass that became enchanting under the light of the lamp.

It was when he smelled a hint of wine fragrance that his thin lips slowly opened, "I will not let him off easily. Of course not."

To dare touch his woman? Allen was really ... courting death.

"What do you want to do?"

Stefan was looking at her with displeasure again. It seemed that any man she mentioned would make him unhappy.

Riya quickly said, "You can’t be soft-hearted. This kind of person should deserve a thousand times death!’

Riya’s face was full of indignation as if she hated the most Allen’s behavior. Stefan was so jealous. She couldn’t even mention another man! "You want me to go to jail."

The murder was against the law, and he was a law-abiding citizen.

"You do what I told you? Do you really think you are a killer?"

Riya only dared to whisper in a low voice. She met the man’s gaze and said in a low voice, "I didn’t expect you to kill him. It was all his fault today."

"You have no responsibility?"

Stefan asked unhurriedly. Riya immediately straightened her neck, "What, what did I do wrong? I’m the victim."

She did not let Allen kidnap her, nor did she call the reporters to ruin her reputation.

It was an insult to look at her like this.

Of course, it was nothing... She was not such a stingy person.

"The victim."

The man slowly repeated her words. He turned to her and asked, "Then who am I?" She got laid with him, and the next second she dated another man. Such a fickle woman. Wasn’t he more like a victim?

Riya choked and said, "You ... of course you are a hero saving the beauty!"

"Then, when do you plan to repay me?"

Riya thought, "Repay? What to repay?"

...

Riya looked at the man who was approaching, feeling nervous.

She forced a smile, her lands landing on the man’s chest to stop him from approaching.

"Since we are already so familiar with each other, there is no need to repay the favor!"

The plot of devoting oneself to someone was too old-fashioned. They were not young anymore, so they did not need to play such a childish plot.

Stefan raised his hand and held her white and tender hands, pulling them down from his chest.

He said, "Are we familiar?"

"Yes, of course, we are!"

Riya bent backward as she maintained a difficult smile on her face.

They grew up together! Wasn’t it enough?

After all, she and Stefan had known each other for more than twenty years. They played together when they were young, swimming, catching shrimp, and piling up mud.

It would be too hypocritical to say that they were not familiar with each other.

They were so close that they could be said like brother and sister.

They were even more like a family.

Stefan’s eyes were still dark as he stared at the woman. He kept a straight face.

His lips brushed against hers as he asked in a low voice, "How familiar?"

Riya thought, "Stop!!"

Riya bent her back and frowned, "My waist hurts."

Stefan ignored her and continued to approach, "Are we that close?"

"Stefan, my waist hurts."

It really hurt!

It bent at an angle that she couldn’t control!

She wanted to get up, but Stefan pushed her too hard.

She could only frown and hope that the man could pull her up.

"Since we are already so close, accompanying me for a night is not too much, right?"

The man’s fingertips swept across her cheek, sliding down her beautiful neck to her collarbone.

Riya didn’t know what Stefan wanted to do.

She could only feel the itchiness when the man touched her. Her body trembled slightly.

"Stefan, I can’t hold on anymore."

When she finished speaking, the strength on her waist loosened.

Almost subconsciously, Riya fell and held the man’s neck.

Stefan was caught off guard and was pulled forward. His lips landed heavily on hers.

Now he was pressing down on her.

Riya closed her eyes.

God!

She really couldn’t hold on anymore. Who told this man to tease her, force her, lure

her...

She was also forced to do so.

Before she could react, a big hand instantly appeared on her shoulder.

Riya’s chin was held, and she was forced to open her mouth. Her territory was invaded by Stefan instantly.

She knew that a hero couldn’t save a beauty for anything.

Stefan was aggressive, and his kisses seemed to have a trace of anger.

Riya felt that she would die if this continued. She subconsciously turned her head away and said, "Are you going to take advantage of me?"

The man above her stared at her and frowned. Without any preparation, he said, "Can’t I?" Riya thought, " You are really ... shameless." The entire house was brightly lit in the darkness.

When Margaret was brought back by Julian, her head was kept low, like a little quail. She followed closely behind the man, one hand gripping the man’s clothes tightly, twisting the suit worth hundreds of thousands.

"Julian, are you angry?"

Margaret quickly took small steps and secretly looked at the back of the man in front of her.

Alright, the man stood erect and had no intention of turning to look at her.

Margaret felt a little uneasy.

What to do? She felt that this man seemed to be angry.

But usually, he would just say a few words to tease her. It would be scary if he did not speak.

Evan opened the door and saw the two with different expressions. He quickly left.

The situation didn’t seem to be too good. He didn’t want to join in it.

"I know it’s wrong for me to go home so late, but I don’t want to be kidnapped." Margaret gritted her teeth and quickly complained.

She was also innocent. She was also a victim. He could not be so cold to her.

Still not getting a response from the man, Margaret bit her lip.

She had already apologized to him.

"Julian, if you have something to say, just say it. Don’t hide it in your heart."

Margaret followed the man into the room. Just as she finished speaking, the man suddenly stopped and turned around.

Margaret did not expect it to be so sudden and fell into his arms.

By the time she reacted, the door behind her was closed with a bang, and she was pressed against the door.

In romance novels, this posture often appeared.

Generally speaking, they were going to kiss next to the door.

Margaret quickly closed her eyes. In any case, she would let him kiss her.

Julian lowered his head and stared at the woman. He swept his gaze over the expression on her face.

After knowing her intentions, he said impolitely, "Do you want me to kiss you?"

Margaret was stunned, "Didn’t you think so?"

"I don’t think so."

Margaret lowered her head and muttered in a low voice.

Then, she felt a little awkward, "Thank you for saving me today. Otherwise, I would have been murdered."

Although she still hadn’t figured out who she had offended, it wouldn’t be difficult to find the man who kidnapped her.

Margaret was not worried at all. Julian could settle this for her.

"Is this your explanation?"

"Explanation? Explain what?"

Margaret was stunned. She was the victim and almost lost her life. Why would she explain?

"You don’t think that I arranged the one today, do you?"

Margaret’s face was full of resistance and contempt.

"I arranged for someone to kidnap myself and was almost murdered. In order to let you save the beauty? And now I was questioned by you arrogantly. Do I look like an idiot?"

Julian thought, "More than just alike!"

"You went to the bar."

Julian was too lazy to beat around the bush with her and asked directly.

Margaret, who was originally calm, felt her heart skip a beat. He was asking about

this...

"How did you know?"

She didn’t drink a single mouthful of wine, so there was no reason for her to be discovered.

She was in danger, and Julian arrived in time. Margaret immediately furrowed her brows.

"Did you send someone to follow me?"

Then things would be different. She should talk to him about this.

Julian met her suspicious gaze and then sneered, "You don’t repent. And you even blame on me while you’re to be blamed."

"What did I do wrong?"

He was so domineering. Wasn’t she just going to a bar and dancing?

She looked as if she still didn’t realize her mistakes. He slowly said, "If you feel that you are not wrong, show me how you dance in the bar before me."