Secretly Married to a Wealthy Husband-Chapter 908 - : Do You Really Want Me to Let Him Go?

Chapter 908: Chapter 908: Do You Really Want Me to Let Him Go?

Hearing this, several bodyguards quickly stepped forward and began to punch and kick Clayton Howard, who was struggling on the floor.

Meanwhile, Camila Walker’s eyes widened, as the scene before her seemed to completely shred her long-hidden heart!

“Don’t… stop hitting him… please, no more!”

Yale Shaw’s mouth curled up in triumph, and then he forced her to look at him directly, “So, does it hurt to watch him get beaten to death right before your eyes?”

Camila Walker was full of tears, her helpless voice continually crying out, “Stop hitting him… I beg you, stop!”

Once, she thought Baron Stuart was everything in her life, the man she truly wanted to love, but it wasn’t until now that she clearly understood that loving someone means feeling their pain, feeling discomfort, a feeling that made life worse than death for her.

She had never tried to feel heartache before, even when Baron was in a car accident, hanging by a thread, she did not feel a twinge of pain, because at that time, her feelings for Baron Stuart were merely habitual possession, definitely not love!

She screamed with all her might, as if pleading with Yale Shaw, yet filled with hatred towards him.

“Stop.”

At her intense crying and shouting, Yale Shaw slightly raised his hand, and the bodyguards immediately stopped beating Clayton Howard.

He looked at her, his mouth curling into a smile, savoring the feeling of victory.

“You really want me to let him go?”

Camila Walker remained silent, because it was a redundant question, and she was too lazy to repeat herself.

Yale Shaw was unbothered and kept his faint smile, “I can let him go, but I, Yale Shaw, am not a pushover. I can’t just take those punches for nothing.”

Camila Walker glared at him with angry pupils, clearly understanding the implications of his words.

“What do you want then?”

Yale Shaw smiled faintly, and then whispered into her ear with an undertone of innuendo, “I miss your body. If you let me have a good night’s sleep ‘tonight,’ I’ll let him go.”

Upon hearing this, Camila Walker clenched her fists tight, her whole body trembling with anger!

She slightly lifted her eyes, and despite her utter disgust, eventually saw no other choice but compromise.

“Just for one night?” she looked up at Yale Shaw.

Her body was no longer pure, and if it really was just one night to ensure Clayton Howard’s survival, what right did she have to refuse?

She turned her gaze, her teary eyes looking at the man on the floor who had long ceased to move, her heart bleeding.

Yale Shaw seemed to change his mind after a moment of thought.

“No, not just tonight. From now on, every single time I want you, you must come whenever I call, and you cannot resist.”

Upon hearing this, Camila Walker clenched her fists once again, her gaze furious at Yale Shaw as she roared, “I am not a prostitute!”

Yale Shaw was unmoved, simply curling his lips coldly before slowly spitting out a single word, “Hit.”

No sooner had the word left his lips than the bodyguards once again began to batter Clayton Howard.

Seeing the man on the ground getting hit again, Camila Walker felt as if her heart was being torn apart bit by bit, an agony that made her wish for death.

In the end, she capitulated, “Stop, just stop!”

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She turned her gaze, her angry eyes fixedly staring at the man before her, the words squeezing through her clenched teeth, “I agree, but you must immediately take him to the hospital!”

Yale Shaw seemed somewhat reluctant upon hearing this, but he was also very eager to possess the woman before him again because he missed her body so much.

However, before he could speak, a group of people suddenly burst into Room!