Her Second Marriage With Mr. Cristian

Cristian’s hand hung in the air as he stared at her who was frowning.

What on earth had happened to this woman again?

Serena meanwhile, without addressing a word to Cristian, had dived back into the blankets, using them to cover the stains on her neck.

Seeing that Serena was trying hard to hide those bruises, Cristian could not hold back an expression of dissent as his fingers remained suspended in the air.

“What are you doing?”

Serena, who was completely hidden in the comforter, had only her head coming out from the under and looked fearfully at Cristian.Property © NôvelDrama.Org.

“Last night you, you…” stammered Serena for a moment without being able to complete the sentence.

Cristian, with piercing and confident eyes, stared at her, “What?”

“Last night you didn’t just…” Serena again had the temptation to bite her lower lip, but she remembered that he had just rebuked her for doing nothing but biting her lips to the point of hurting herself, so she restrained herself from doing so.

“I’m not what?” Cristian knew that last night she had lost control. Probably at that moment she did not even know who he was, which was why he had asked her his name at the best of times. And when she though it confused and guessed who he was, Cristian still had a strange feeling deep in his heart.

So now that Serena was asking him about last night, Cristian really did not know if she remember what had happened last night.

Serena stared at him for a moment and asked, “Last night when I told you to leave, did you?”

He gave a deep sigh, trying to keep as calm as possible.

“No, I stayed,” Cristian replied with his gaze that was always steady.

Had he stayed? Serena’s gaze wavered for a moment, “You stayed? But then you….”

But if he had not left, then…. Serena stood still for a few moments and then asked in a faint voice, “And how are you now? Are you okay?”

As the veins on his forehead began to throb slightly, Cristian tried to analyze Serena: her look was frightened, as if she worried about him. She did not even remember what had happened last night and even worried about him now.

“Don’t you know if I am okay or not?”

Serena was speechless.

“You really don’t remember what happened last night?” Cristian did not refrain from asking her.

Serena was silent for a few seconds, blinking her eyes as if trying to remember something, and then she began, “Last night… I remember you came in. Only that Enrico Romano had incense lit in the room, so all you had to do was come in and….”

“And what?” asked Cristian as he continued to stare at her.

Serena then dared not answer but blushed conspicuously.

“Well? Speak up,” pressed Cristian, who had by no means given up on getting an answer.

Serena averted her gaze and said in a low voice, “Don’t you know anything about incense? If you breathe enough of it, you can be very sick, as if you were drugged, however you are…” But wasn’t him impotent, though?

Of course, Serena did not complete the sentence but, rather, changed the subject: “Enrico Romano must have heard the rumors about you, about you not being able to … and so he tried to take revenge. But you… are you really all right?”

That… Cristian thought abouy these words for a while before he understood Serena’s meaning.

He was so angry that he almost gritted his teeth: he had done everything he could to save her. And she not only had forgotten all about it, and even considered him impotent. Now she was also worried that the incense Enrico Romano had burned would not give him a chance?

“Mr. Cristian?” called Serena who saw that he did not answer her question.

Cristian then came back to his senses and he moved even closer to Serena with his wheelchair, “Are you worrying about my state of health?” Serena stood still for a moment and then nodded her head, “I just think that they used me to attract you and so… I can’t help but feel guilty. That’s all, don’t misunderstand.”

Hearing these words, Cristian could not help but smile as he dragged Serena out of the covers. “What are you doing?” she asked frightenedly. She even tried to push him away from her, but Cristian had already skillfully managed to grab her by the wrists, making all her attempts to escape futilely. He then pulled her hands toward his face, and Serena realized that he wanted her to stroke the very scratches that were new on his face.

“Did you see that? These… are all what your did,” Cristian said in a low voice, almost as if his throat was scraped by strong liquor.

What? Serena stared at him stupefiedly. As soon as he had entered the room, she had really dwelled on the scratches on his face, wondering what had happened to him: it was true that she done this to him?

And how could she have completely forgotten about them?

“And these too…” said Cristian as he slid her hand away. Serena then had the feeling that her fingers were slowly coming to rest on something soft and moist: Cristian’s lips. And her fingertips stopped right at the wound on his lip.

But what…. Serena’s heart began to beat faster and faster.

What was he trying to tell her?

Cristian noticed that Serena was shaken and trying to retract her fingers from his wounded lip, so he continued to hold her for a while, “What are you doing? You don’t want to admit it?”

“I don’t want to admit what?” asked Serena with a confused look on her face. “I… I don’t know what you’re referring to.” The scratches on his face. It was true, it was likely that she did this to him, but the wounds on his lip were too intimate. Could it be that she really did it by biting him? Serena remembered only the first part of the evening. Unfortunately everything became pitch black after that.

“A no? You seem to have forgotten everything,” said Cristian who sneered, and as he grabbed her in the back of the head, he added, “How about I help you remember?”

Cristian then stepped even closer, leaning his lips to her ear as if to whisper something to her, while Serena was now completely in the throes of confusion.

“Last night there was a person who did nothing but hug me and beg me to save her….”

With these words, Serena had a leap in her heart: the person Cristian was talking about could only be her.

“I actually didn’t want to, but she insisted and kept taking off my clothes….”

“Enough, shut up,” Serena interrupted him in a trembling voice, “Last night someone drugged me. I remember absolutely nothing about what happened.”

She had not yet finished speaking but some images suddenly flashed in Serena’s head: in these images, she saw herself hugging Cristian’s neck, and her clothes was completely off. Then she was sitting on his lap kissing him all over. In short, it was all a big mess. And she also seemed to hear her own voice as she whispered, “Save me, please….”

Such sensual words were only spoke due to the drug itself.

Serena remained incredulous without moving. “And so it was you…?” Could it have been Cristian who left all those bruises on her body? With this thought, Serena did not refrain from moving away from him and continued by staring at him, “So last night we….”

“You remembered?” Cristian’s gaze remained staring at her, but one could see that something in his eyes had changed. There was almost a something of amusement.

“… I only remember some fragments.”

“And do you remember how you used to hit on me? Miss Serena, last night you really turned me on.”

These words, if possible, confused Serena even more, who unconsciously cast her eye between Cristian’s legs and said, “But then… but you weren’t… you didn’t have any problems? How was it possible then?”

Even atthis time, she could not pronounce that question of “but you were not powerless?”