When her tears reached his dark eyes, his heart... softened.

Her tears never failed to bring bitterness and pain to his heart.

"Ethan, please, not on the floor!" Jennifer kept her tearful face high and begged.

His face softened a lot. Following a sigh, he pulled her clothes back up, picked up her light body, got up... and strode to the bedroom.

The room was decorated in jubilant red color. On the king-size bed lay a bright red velvet blanket.

Ethan put her down on the scarlet bed. In an attractive, deep voice, he murmured gently in her ear, "Jennifer, it's our wedding night tonight, and let me... love you."

Jennifer trembled and closed her eyes. There were still crystal tears on her curly eyelashes. Attracted, Ethan leaned over and wiped them off with his gentle kiss...

"Jennifer, you are mine; you only belong to me." His eyes as deep as ancient wells stared at her gloomily. He announced overbearingly with a hint of a threat.

"No... Ethan, you can't be so domineering. I only belong to myself!" She shook her head.

"Jennifer, I am domineering. Dead or alive, you belong with me!" His lips brushed roughly against hers over and over again.

"Jennifer, don't go or think about leaving me, otherwise... I'll tie you to my waistbelt. That way, you'll follow me wherever I go." He growled.

Her long hair spread on the bed. Her cherry lips added to her charm.

Just then, his deep eyes once again spotted the scar on her abdomen. The slit caused him suffocative pain.

"Tell me, who did you have a baby for?" Ethan snarled sadly like a violent beast.

...

Jennifer bit her lip, her eyes filled with tears. Her silence fueled his anger. With one hand, he clasped her chin and pressed fiercely, "Who... had your virginity?"

"As far as I can remember, it was gone when you were with me!"

Jennifer couldn't help but chuckle.

Her indifference enraged him so much that his eyes turned crimson. Opening his mouth, he bit her on the tattoo on her shoulder.

The flower was blooming but desolate.

"Jennifer, why? I am clean and give you the best of me, but you were tarnished a long time ago." He growled painfully, anxious to find the man who stole her chastity right away and send him to hell.

Heh heh... tarnished?

Jennifer felt like laughing. It was really ironic when the accusation came from Ethan's mouth.

That night... when she was 18, she offered her virginity and stayed with him all night.

Did he sleep with Angie like that?

She laughed till she cried and pushed him away, "Is it done? Sorry... I'm feeling very uncomfortable and need a shower."

But... Ethan misunderstood it. With one hand, he clasped her cheeks, forcing her to look him in the eye, "Jennifer, you are so cruel. You feel uncomfortable with me? Who makes you comfortable, Wesley?"

"Guess what, you're my wife. If you dare to keep an ambiguous relationship with him, I'll wipe out his family and send him to hell."

When Ethan turned fierce, he was horrible.

"Whatever... if anything happens to Wesley, I will not live alone. He dies, I die!" Jennifer went all out and forcefully... turned her head away.

Heh heh...

What a heartfelt confession!

You rode or died together.

This was the bond between Wesley and her. It was so genuine and enviable!

Ethan sneered, but his heart twisted, twitched, bled, and cried in pain.

So... how could he bear it all alone?

"Jennifer, I'll show you how you look when you're infatuated." He suddenly scooped her up and got off the bed.

She had a terrible feeling and shouted in dismay, "No... Ethan, what are you doing! Let go of me!"

Ethan pushed her to the huge floor-to-ceiling window.

From the commanding position, she could clearly see the flashing neon lights, the heavy traffic, and everything else outside.

What about... those people outside?

Could they see Ethan's abuse?

Her eyes instantly turned misty and her tears fell incessantly.

As hot as boiling water, her tears scorched him. His heart... melted, and he wiped off her tears with his kiss. He muttered ardently, "Jennifer, don't cry. I feel sad to see you cry."

Would he?

Would his heart hurt for her?

She had no idea if he was speaking the truth or not.

"Jennifer, beg me... beg me!" He got emotional and kept urging her.

"Ethan, don't push me!"

"Jennifer, you're wrong. I'm not pushing you. I love you." He was getting more emotional.

Jennifer was driven mad and swallowed her pride, "Please..."

He finally smiled with satisfaction.

She didn't know how she survived that night.

When it was all over, she passed out in his arms. Her dark hair was wet and her breathing light.

She woke up in the morning...

The smell from last night still lingered. The floor... was a mess and their clothes were in disarray.

She moved slightly, but her entire body felt crushed.

She took pains to clean up, wash up, and come out of the bathroom. Ethan just woke up and sat on the bed, half-naked.

Jennifer glanced over. Her eyes were immediately attracted to the hickey on his chest. It was left... by her.

"Are you free tonight?" Ethan broke the silence.

Jennifer snapped her gaze back and answered, "I have an appointment and should review my lessons in the study room."

Ethan frowned, "It's an important party. I want to take you there and meet some important people."

"No, thanks. I'm not quite interested since your friends are either rich or noble." Jennifer refused directly.

Ethan lifted the blanket and walked naturally to the closet.

He thought nothing of his nudity, but Jennifer blushed and turned around awkwardly.

Ethan took out his clothes from the closet, put them on, and walked up, "Tie it up!"

He sounded plain and domineering.