Chapter 1015: Chapter 522: Side Story: He Looked Down on Her That Much

"Is that so?"

His grip was so strong it was about to snap her wrist.

"Ah..."

She finally couldn’t help but cry out in pain.

But he had no intention of letting her go. He stared fixedly at her pained expression and spat out coldly, "You’re not worthy, Alice Robinson."

Alice Robinson endured the pain, gritted her teeth and forced out, "You’re the one who doesn’t deserve to be my child’s father."

Chester Robinson’s eyes grew even darker and colder.

Alice’s wrist hurt so much that tears were about to fall from her eyes...

Chester finally let go of Alice, but her wrist hurt so badly she couldn’t even lift it.

He stood up, unbuttoning his shirt on his own, and said in an icy voice, "Get on the bed."

Alice stood up, clutching her aching wrist. Her eyes were already faintly shimmering with moisture as she said, firm and steady, "Do you think I’m still the old Alice Robinson?" Back then she only knew how to cling to him, so most of the time she could only let him take whatever he wanted.

Chester yanked Alice toward him, his powerful hand clamping tightly around her painful wrist.

Alice’s brows furrowed in pain once more.

Chester grabbed Alice’s face, which she had turned to the side, and forced it back, making her face him. He curled his lips in a cold smile. "Alice, looks like I spoiled you too much in the past, made you forget what kind of man I really am."

On that familiar face of his was a ruthlessness and finality she did not recognize.

She tried to break free of him, but he pulled her hard into his arms.

Her chin slammed into his solid chest, making her cry out in pain...

He held her in a tight lock, his chin resting against her forehead, and asked again, lightly and indifferently, "Are we going to the bed or not?"

"Go to hell..."

She cursed out loud.

The next second, he was already scooping her up into his arms...

She kicked, clawed, and scratched, fighting him with everything she had, but he still flung her onto the large bed in the room...

The air still held the decadent, lewd scent of spent desire...

As always, he got up to take a shower, and she wrapped herself in the quilt, quietly leaning against the headboard. 𝕗𝐫𝚎𝗲𝘄𝐞𝕓𝐧𝕠𝘃𝕖𝐥.𝐜𝚘𝚖

The clothes strewn messily on the floor, her hair hanging loose, and the shallow and deep bite marks and hickeys on her collarbone and chest, along with the dull ache between her legs, all testified to how intense the scene just now had been...

He had always been like this...

Even back when he doted on her and pampered her, in this regard, he had never let her have her way.

So in the end, she would always bite down hard on his arm in anger, leaving a row of teeth marks. But he never even groaned in pain; instead, he would indulge her every time, utterly satisfied, letting her act out as she pleased. And every time she bit him, she used a lot of force, yet in the end, she could never bring herself to bite hard enough to draw blood.

But today, when he withdrew from her after venting himself, she, who should have grabbed his arm and sunk her teeth into it, did nothing at all...

She watched with wide-open eyes as he walked naked into the bathroom.

If it were before, she would never have been so good-tempered...

Even after biting him, she would still make a scene, and in the end he would always sit down and coax her, very patiently, so very patiently, and then she would fall asleep in his arms, and when she woke, she would always be cradled against his chest.

Why was it that today she no longer had it in her to throw a tantrum and act willful in front of him like before? Because he was no longer her "big brother." He would never again indulge her like he used to, letting her be as unruly and unreasonable as she pleased...

The so-called "deep love" of the past had in fact never existed. She had only ever been a stand-in for another woman. Now that she understood, she knew she could no longer be willful in front of him, could no longer act arrogant before him. If she provoked him, her days would be sheer hell. He could send her straight to the bottom of the abyss at any time.

Chester came out of the bathroom with only a bath towel wrapped around his hips.

He worked out regularly, had abs and a V-line; his body was excellent. No wonder those nurses in the hospital always secretly watched his back, drooling over his looks.

At this moment, his hair was still wet, water droplets clinging to his bronzed chest that hadn’t yet dried, making him look even more seductive than usual.

She watched him walk over, her face calm.

He didn’t come any closer to her, but instead sat down on the sofa in the room and lit a cigarette.

When he struck the lighter and tilted his head to light the cigarette, the flame carved his profile into even sharper, more handsome relief.

She watched him quietly without saying a single word.

Suddenly, she pressed the quilt to her chest to keep it from slipping, bent down, and picked up the clothes scattered on the floor.

After she put her clothes on, she got off the bed and walked straight toward the door.

"Where are you going?"

A calm, neither warm nor cold voice sounded behind her thin back.

Alice’s footsteps paused. She straightened her spine and answered, "Back to my room."