Can't Resist the Billionaire

Chapter 63 I'll Sleep On The Couch And You On Bed

After saying this, Vincent rubbed my face and finally put his fingers on my lips. "Again, do not let him

touch you, even here, okay?"

I pursed my lips and was about to argue, but then I changed my mind. It was well enough that he

allowed me to go. I didn't dare say anything. If I irritated him again, I would definitely be dead.

"Did you hear me?" Vincent, seeing I didn't speak, he thought I wanted to defend himself silently, so he

pressed me again.

"Got it..." I answered in a low voice. Original content from NôvelDrama.Org.

Perhaps Vincent wasn't satisfied with my answer. He snorted and threatened, "Don't play tricks with

me. I'll check anytime!"

At that time, I didn't care about what he meant by checking at any time, so I nodded like pecking rice.

"Well, I know!"

It was not until the next day that I finally realise that his so-called "check" meant that he would f*ck me

anytime and anywhere.

Seeing that I had finally learned how to behave and stopped crying, Vincent finally showed a trace of

tenderness on his face. He got up and get me dressed. Then he looked at me and meditated. Finally,

he said, "I'll send you home!"

"No, it's not necessary. I'd better take a taxi myself?" I was afraid that he would become a wolf asking

for sex again in car, so I refused him decisively.

Vincent's face turned cold, and he said, "It's twelve o'clock. You still want to go back by yourself?"

"Well, okay!" Anyway, he said that he would let me go, so I was not afraid of him to do it again.

When Vincent drove me back, we were both silent. We didn't speak much on the way. I turned to look

at the scenery outside the window and suddenly felt sad.

What should I do in the future? Do I even have a future? Christopher refused to let go of me, so did

Vincent. I would have to wander back and forth between two men and maintain this state of equilibrium.

It was like stepping up a high hill, really painful.

After we arrive, I pushed open the door and got out. Just as I was about to leave, he stuck his head out

and called to me, "Go to work tomorrow!"

I paused and hesitated for a moment. Then I stammered, without even turning round, "I ... I have

already resigned!"

"Who allowed that?" Vincent ordered coldly. "Dare to say that you have resigned again?"

"But I am very frustrated, and I want to take a few days off..." Well, since I couldn't resigned, it was

okay for me to at least rest for a few days, wasn't it?

However ...

"If you want to rest. Go to my office tomorrow and rest!" After saying this, without giving me a chance to

resist, Vincent turned around and drove away.

I turned to look at his disappearing figure and stomped my feet in anger. This b*stard was so

inhumane!

Who would go to a CEO's office to have a rest? Was't it a deliberate way to make people gossip? If I

really went there, he may torture me again.

The moment I entered the house I saw that the light in the living room was practically extinguished.

Only a dim lamp was left on the table next to the sofa. The television in the living room was still on.

Christopher sat upright on the sofa, looking at me without saying a word.

I looked into his dark eyes for a second before hurrying over to him and bending down to put on my

slippers. Before I could even get up, Christopher couldn't hold back his words. "Back?"

"Yeah!" I answered lightly, put aside the bag in my hand, and turned to the bedroom to rest.

As soon as I turned around, however, I immediately recognised a serious problem. So I turned back

around and said, "Are you sleeping on the couch tonight, or I?"

Yes, it was impossible for me to share a bed with him. This had nothing to do with Vincent's warning. I

just don't want to as I was afraid that I couldn't sleep all night with him beside me.

Hearing this, Christopher tightly gripped his hand. He didn't say anything and instead asked, "Do you

hate me that much? Don't even want to sleep on the same bed with me?"

I shook my hair and decisively pushed all the responsibilities to Vincent. "He doesn't allow me sleep

with you!"

"Who? Vincent? Who does he think he is?" Christopher, who had been holding back, suddenly stood

up from the couch and tried to bully me. I was so frightened that I quickly took three steps back and

automatically distance myself from him.

Such behaviour had angered Christopher even more. Moreover, he began to draw nearer to me with

every step, until he pushed me into a corner, leaving me no retreat.

"You are my wife, and it's my right to touch you?" Christopher suddenly reached out and pinched my

chin, forcing me fiercely to look into his widened eyes. "Jasmine, did you sleep with him just now?"

I was so angry that I tossed Christopher's hand away and yelled at him, "That's right, we just had sex.

Christopher, don't pretend to be a good person here. Think about who had personally sent me to his

bed!"

Then I felt bitter in my heart. Haha, now you think I'm fine? When you sold me, Did you still remember

that we were husband and wife? You only cared about the money your father’s loan and your own

family. Since you never considered me as your family, why did you pretend?" I thought.

Christopher may feel guilty about this thing, I supposed, as when I argued with him, he said with a

regretful expression appeared on his face. "Jasmine, I know I owe you on this one, but can you give

me a chance to start all over again?"

"It's too late!" I yelled at him. "I don't think Vincent had f*ck me enough. Do you want to start over?

Have you asked for his opinion?"

I grinned and pointed my hand at his chest, saying with deliberate contempt, "Do you care about me?

You now want me to give you a chance? What do you have to stay back with you? Are you richer than

him or more powerful? Or can you promise me that you will never sell me to another man?"

Christopher was shocked by my words. I took advantage of the moment when he was in a daze to

sneak away from sideways and escaped from his control.

"That's it. Christopher, I promise you that I'll not leave you, but it's better that you don't trap me. You

know Vincent, If he ever finds out you touched me, I don't even need to say the consequence."

I then got a pillow and a blanket from the bedroom. I threw them on the sofa and said, "I'll sleep on the

sofa tonight. You sleep in the bedroom!"