novelraw Chapter 1088: Why Don’t You Just Throw Me Away Too?
Chapter 1088: Why Don’t You Just Throw Me Away Too?
Richard Shaw’s stern face was somewhat somber. After taking a shower and coming out of the bathroom, he found that she had rolled from the left side of the bed to the right, sprawling across the bed in a starfish position, even occupying his spot.
The man stood by the bed, his pupils a faint shade of brown, exuding an air of mystery. Reminded of the posts online about Luna Lawrence at Imperial City University, he pressed his thin lips together, climbed into bed silently, and lifted the blanket to see her silk nightdress had already ridden up to her thighs, her skin white as jade.
The man lowered himself, accurately finding her small face buried in the blanket, and leaned down to kiss her.
Half-asleep, Crystal Landon felt as if she was being crushed by a mountain, her breath becoming labored. Instinctively, without thinking, she kicked out.
Immediately, she was tightly restrained and held down. Her long eyelashes fluttered once, and when she opened her eyes, she saw a handsome and indifferent face just inches away.
The man’s brown eyes, like the finest glass, revealed a hint of darkness. Looking at Crystal, he breathed deeply, "A week has passed."
Half-asleep, Crystal was startled awake, her brain not fully alert, staring blankly at the man. Instantly, a surge of anger rose in her chest. Richard Shaw has issues; in the middle of the night, he wouldn’t let people sleep and spoke inexplicably.
A week has passed so what, what’s his problem!
The man saw her adorably drowsy appearance, entirely without her usual arrogance and defiance when awake. His gaze heated, unable to hold back any longer.
Crystal was now fully awake, raising her foot to kick him again. The man’s strength was astonishing; he easily restrained her, leaving Crystal panting from exhaustion.
After the chaotic struggle, she was utterly exhausted, curled up at the edge of the bed, speechless, knowing he’d likely return to settle scores that night, waiting for him to speak.
Half-hidden in the night, Richard’s breath gradually steadied. Seeing her reach for the cigarette pack on the bedside, he was slightly annoyed—where had she picked up such a bad habit?
Just as Crystal touched the cigarette pack, the man’s large hand pressed down on it.
"Richard Shaw, are you annoying? How does my smoking bother you?" Her pent-up anger found an outlet, and she got up to reprimand him.
"No smoking at home." The man spoke calmly, reaching over to throw away her entire pack of cigarettes, and with that not enough, rummaged through the cabinets, confiscating anything else he found displeasing.
Crystal was speechless, leaning against the bed, coldly saying, "Why don’t you throw me out too, hmm?"
The man froze, seeing her sit up, her figure exquisite, skin white as jade, hair tousled, like an enchanting nymph in the forest, his previously steady breath again in disarray.
Throw her out? The man had never considered it; they were meant to be tied together, for life.
Richard Shaw had obsessive habits, needing to shower each time and not delaying a second. Crystal was used to this man’s little quirks and let him be.
With all the commotion, time slipped away. It was the rainy season in spring, and outside, gentle rain began falling at some point, pattering against the windows, the sky impossibly dark.
Crystal, too tired to argue with him, wrapped herself in the blanket and slept in the corner of the bed.