He Got Engaged to His First Love On the Day I Died-Chapter 105: Give Me a Reason Not to Touch You

Chapter 105: Chapter 105: Give Me a Reason Not to Touch You

"Are you... alright?" Felix Finch’s eyes were red-rimmed.

Natalie Morgan was pale, but she smiled and shook her head. "Felix, I’m fine. Don’t worry."

"Claire told me what happened to you," he said softly.

Natalie Morgan nodded slightly. "Felix, I’m so grateful that you agreed to help me."

Natalie Morgan had always been polite and formal with Felix Finch, keeping a respectful distance.

For some reason, a pang of discomfort tightened the man’s chest. "There’s no need for gratitude. What Theodore did was completely out of line, but... it seems there’s nothing any of us can do."

"He’ll never change."

Selfish, cold, and domineering—that was Theodore Grant’s default state.

In his world, he wouldn’t allow anyone under his control to stray from the path he’d set.

He had more than enough ways to make anyone who displeased him wish they were dead.

Felix Finch had grown up with Theodore Grant.

He knew him well.

"You’re pregnant now. If you need anything, you can call me." Felix Finch handed Natalie Morgan a brand-new phone. "This is a new number."

Ever since Theodore Grant had taken her phone, she had lost all contact with the outside world.

This phone couldn’t have come at a better time.

"Thank you, Felix."

"Don’t worry about what’s happening outside. Just wait until..."

Before Felix Finch could finish, the door swung open from the outside...

Theodore Grant strode in.

His expression was composed, but a chilling smile played on his lips. He raised his leg and kicked Felix Finch.

Caught completely off guard, Felix Finch went flying, chair and all.

"Theodore Grant, why did you hit him?" Natalie Morgan scrambled to her feet to help Felix Finch, but Theodore grabbed her by the wrist and yanked her in front of him. "Mrs. Grant, even locked in a mental asylum, you still have to cheat, is that it?"

"Which one of your eyes saw me cheating?" Her own eyes were red as she furrowed her brow. "If you’re sick, go see a doctor. Stop being so paranoid all the time."

"Then tell me, why is he here?" He snatched up the phone Felix Finch had just given her, his eyes bloodshot. "And tell me, what is this phone for?"

Natalie Morgan couldn’t explain. Her pupils contracted almost imperceptibly.

Theodore Grant looked down at the man on the floor clutching his chest and issued a warning. "If there’s a next time, I guarantee the Finch Family will disappear from Riverden."

Natalie Morgan was dragged and shoved into the car.

Theodore Grant’s expression was grim.

He loosened the buttons at his collar, shook his head, and slowly turned around. His bloodshot eyes stared viciously at the woman as he asked, enunciating each word, "How many times?"

Natalie Morgan didn’t want to answer.

She turned her face away.

He gripped her chin, forcing her to face him. A disquieting chill seeped from his dark, gloomy eyes.

"I’m asking you a question, Natalie Morgan. You’d better not provoke me."

"What do you want me to say?"

Her voice was cold, her gaze shifting away almost imperceptibly.

Theodore Grant took this as a sign of guilt.

The pressure from his fingertips was enough to nearly shatter her jaw.

Wincing in pain, Natalie Morgan met the man’s gaze. "Theodore Grant, you’re about to get engaged to Wanda Lynch, so why won’t you just leave me alone? You don’t even love me, so why bother with all this?"

"So?" His face suddenly drew near, so close that his angry breaths fell on the tip of her nose. "Mrs. Grant can just do whatever she pleases?"

"You’ve already locked me in a mental asylum. What exactly can I do as I please? What reckless things could I possibly do?"

In her light, distant gaze, there was not only dissatisfaction with Theodore Grant, but also an almost heartless disregard.

Every emotion she showed expressed one thing: all she felt for him now was hatred.

He hated that look in her eyes.

Almost without thinking, he kissed her lips.

She woodenly accepted his tempestuous kiss.

She didn’t respond.

So he forced her to.

He pried open her teeth and bit the tip of her tongue.

Natalie Morgan raised her hand and slapped him. With a calm expression, she lifted her fingertips and gently wiped the blood from her lips.

She was silent, her gaze cold.

The slap seemed to have knocked the fight right out of him.

Leaning back against the car seat, the corner of his mouth curved into a self-deprecating smile, though he didn’t know what he was smiling about.

"Natalie Morgan, go ask around Riverden. Which woman would dare to hit me? How many times have you hit me now?" His voice was tinged with an indescribably complex emotion.

"You can hit me back," she said, unconcerned.

He chuckled. ’Does she think I don’t dare hit back, or that I can’t bear to lay a hand on her?’

Silence fell in the car once more, with only the quiet hum of the air conditioner.

The car pulled into the Grant Residence.

Without another word, Theodore Grant hoisted Natalie Morgan over his shoulder. His posture was resolute and domineering, as if the entire world were beneath his feet.

Dressed in a hospital gown, the woman looked exceptionally frail.

Her face was pale and her eyes were squeezed shut. Like a wilting flower, she was thrown harshly onto the large bed.

Shattered.

"Theodore Grant, you can’t touch me right now." She backed away step by step until she had nowhere left to go, pinned forcefully by Theodore Grant. "Can’t touch you? Then give me one reason why I can’t."

"I’m on my... period," she said, her voice lacking conviction.

"Oh?" He scoffed. ’As if I’d believe her nonsense.’ "Then I’ll have to check."

He reached out to pull at her hospital pants, but she grabbed his wrist, her eyes trembling. "Theodore Grant, can you please not do this? Can you consider my feelings for once? Isn’t having Wanda Lynch enough for you? She’s all better now, she can satisfy you."

His breathing grew heavier. He sneered, "Natalie Morgan, are you overthinking things? Whether Wanda Lynch can satisfy me or not has no bearing on whether I’m going to sleep with you."

’I know all about his stamina. His desires are strong—sometimes multiple times a day. But I’m pregnant now, and he’s never gentle. If I let him have his way, can this baby be saved?’

"If you really need to..." ’I can satisfy him in other ways.’ "...I can..."

Her eyes trembling, she pointed to her own lips.

As long as it didn’t hurt her baby, she was willing to endure this humiliation.

Theodore Grant was starting to find her baffling.

He gripped her chin, his gaze roaming over her delicate little face. "Natalie Morgan, tell me, are you hiding some kind of unspeakable secret?"

"I really am... on my period."

The man chuckled.

He pushed her away, lay flat on the large bed, and took a deep breath.

"Come here. Kiss me."

She complied.

She crawled over to his side and went to kiss his lips. His lips were burning hot, and she could even feel that he was already... losing control.

"We’ve kissed so many times, and you still haven’t learned a thing?"

He rolled over, pinning her beneath him. He cupped her chin and kissed her.

His tongue forcefully parted her teeth, tangling with hers impatiently.

Little by little, he fed his desire and scorching breath into her mouth.

Her small hands pressed against his chest, terrified that he would lose control and just do it.

The heavy air filled with a charged, ambiguous atmosphere.