The Deserted Rich Beauty (Nicole and eric)

Chapter 2125 Get a Divorce

The soft light penetrated the quiet room.

The sunlight shone through the gap in the curtains, and the person beside Sean stirred.

Yvette's body was sore, not only from Sean’s torment but also from her injuries when she fell.

She fell into a deep sleep and blamed herself for not being vigilant.

The man beside her was awakened. His eyes were half-open, and he was a little annoyed with being

disturbed.

Yvette glared at Sean and regretted that she did not strangle him while he was sleeping.

Her thoughts were so straightforward that they were almost written on her face.

Sean saw this and casually placed his hand on his forehead.

He sneered and said, "Did you regret not strangling me while I was sleeping?"

Yvette gritted her teeth. She changed her expression and made a mental note of this.

Sean nonchalantly pulled Yvette into his arms and started to feel around her body.

Yvette pushed him away in disgust. "Don't touch me!"

Sean was stunned. His eyes gradually became clearer.

He chuckled lightly. His voice was low and cold as he said, "I almost forgot. You’re worried about

getting STDs. But it's too late for that, Ms. Quimbey. We’ve done it so many times without any

protection, so you're now just as filthy as me."

After that, he pinned her down beneath him and looked at her coldly.

"Yvette, if you want to live comfortably here, you’d better not provoke me all the time. Otherwise..."

Yvette was not afraid of him and stared at him as if she was ready to fight him to the death.

"Otherwise what? Do you want to hit me again?”

That was how Yvette was. She would rather suffer herself than let others take advantage of her in vain.

Sean laughed. His eyes were dark, and he touched the face he slapped yesterday with one hand.

"I won't hit you again. If you hate that slap so much, you can hit me back. I'll give you this chance."

He took her hand to slap his face.

Yvette was not polite. She withdrew her hand and slapped him with all her strength.

That slap was very loud.

There was a momentary silence in the air.

Sean looked at her without speaking and held back his emotions.

Yvette felt a little guilty, but she hated him even more.

Yvette got up from him after she was done torturing him.

Sean chuckled lightly. The expression on his face softened slightly, and he touched his inner cheek

with the tip of his tongue.

Needless to say, his cheek must be red.

This woman was really not afraid of death. She showed no mercy at all.

Sean squinted his eyes and took a deep breath.

"Are you satisfied now? I'll coax you only this once. You'd better hold back your temper next time. I

won't do anything to you, but I won't be polite to Lance."

Hearing Lance's name, Yvette, who had the upper hand, was instantly suppressed.

Yvette turned to stare at him with indescribable pain in her eyes.

This was her reaction when Lance was mentioned.

Sean took a mental note. Nôvel/Dr(a)ma.Org - Content owner.

He was upset, so he got up from the bed.

Yvette tilted her head and calmed herself down.

“Sean, you've already slept with me, hit me, and humiliated me enough. What do you want me to do to

let me go?"

Sean paused while he put on his clothes.

He turned his head, looked at her calmly, and watched her silently before he reached out and pinched

her face.

He looked a bit frivolous and indifferent.

“Yvette, I never told you before, but men like to subdue women with your character. Divorce him and

stay with me, then I'll let him go."

This was a compromise to Sean.

He would let Lance go, but not Yvette.

Yvette's eyes gradually turned bloodshot.

'Divorce?'

"You don’t want to? Are you that reluctant to part with him?"

Sean looked at her playfully. "Are you reluctant to part with Lance or your identity as Mrs. Sheldon?"

Yvette's body was tense as she tried her best to restrain her emotions.

"You lunatic!"

"Do you think Lance will still want you back now that I've slept with you? Is that why you don't want to

divorce him?"

Sean was always provoking Yvette with the harshest words.

Sure enough, Yvette suddenly raised her hand and slapped him.

However, this time, she did not get to hit him in the face as she wished.

He squeezed her wrist tightly and smiled playfully.

"Yvette, you'd better treat me like you did before. Maybe then I'll let you go when I’m sick of you.

Otherwise, the more you resist, the more danger Lance will be in."

With that, Sean approached her threateningly and kissed her on the forehead. This satisfied him.

He did not mind that Yvette wiped her forehead in disgust.

He just smiled faintly.

"Go wash up, Ms. Quimbey."

Yvette felt a chill and despair in her heart.

The current Sean was like a cold-blooded killer who could suffocate anyone near him.

Yvette felt terribly cold.

She had to find a way to get out of there.

She did not want to stay there any longer.

After Yvette washed up, she looked at herself in the mirror. Her eyes were red as hell.

She was terrified for the past few days.

How could she be obedient?

When was Yvette ever obedient?

After Sean impatiently closed the door and left, Yvette finally relaxed her shoulders slightly.

Yvette also realized that she should not have gone to the hospital immediately when she managed to

escape yesterday.

She should have called the police or at least called her family first.

Yvette was regretful.

She came out after washing up and found that the door was locked. She could not leave the room.

However, she did not hear the car leaving the compound.

Soon, she heard someone walking upstairs.

That person knocked on the door and opened the door with a key.

Sean would certainly not be so polite.

Sure enough, it was Melissa.

Yvette's eyes flickered. If she remembered correctly, Melissa was kicked out yesterday.

However, why was Melissa still here?

Sure enough, people like them could not be trusted.

Melissa could feel Yvette’s doubt.

She smiled and said, "Mr. Moore asked me to stay and take care of you, Ms. Quimbey. What happened

yesterday won't happen again."

Yvette rolled her eyes.

What she said did not matter.

Melissa continued, "Mr. Moore wants to take you out, Ms. Quimbey. Will you get changed and come

downstairs?"

She put the clothes next to the door and gently closed the door and left.

Yvette's eyes flickered slightly. ‘Take me out?'

Well, as long as Yvette could see someone, she could call for help.

This was the first time Yvette felt excited here. She really wanted to laugh out loud.

She quickly took the clothes that Melissa brought over.

It was a dress that was well-suited to Yvette's style. It was also her favorite brand.

However, Yvette was not in the mood to pay attention to these at the moment.

She did not care what she wore as long as she could leave this place.

When Yvette left her room, she studied the building for the first time. The room she lived in was directly

opposite the stairway. There were many more rooms down the corridor.

The innermost door was the most luxurious and looked very different from the rest.

Yvette's eyes froze slightly. Could that be Sean's room?

Was there evidence of his crimes in his room?

Yvette suddenly felt a little tremor in her heart. Something very important passed through her mind.

Even if she left, Sean would bring her back over and over again. He would threaten her and Lance, and

she would never have any peace.

But what if he got caught?