You Scorned My Love, So Why Are You Kneeling When I Asked for a Divorce?

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So hot!

Holly Sinclair felt like her entire body was being consumed by flames.

The agony was unbearable.

If there were a river in front of her right now, she would jump in without a second thought, letting the ice-cold water extinguish the heat raging inside her.

Emerging from the elevator, she staggered toward the roadside like a drunk.

She prayed she could quickly hail a taxi.

’I have to get home, now.’

But it was a case of "when it rains, it pours."

She hadn’t taken two steps before three drunk men blocked her path.

"Hey, this chick is a real looker."

"Look at her, little missy. Looks like you’ve had a few too many, hahaha..."

"Come on, little missy, come have a couple more drinks with us bros."

The three men immediately tried to drag Holly Sinclair away.

They had never seen such a beautiful woman. If they could trick her into drinking a little more, they would be in for a lucky night.

"Get lost! Don’t... don’t touch me!"

Holly Sinclair was frantic, staring at the three in terror as she stumbled backward.

She thought she’d be safe once she escaped the hotel room, but she never imagined the outside would be just as dangerous.

Feeble and weak as she was, if these three had ill intentions, she would be completely at their mercy.

"Don’t be scared, little missy. We’ll be gentle, we promise to take good care of you..."

THUD!

Before the man could finish his sentence, Tristan Sterling, who had arrived just in time, sent him flying with a single kick.

He had been a step too late, watching helplessly as the elevator doors closed. In his panic, he had run all the way down the stairs from the 16th floor.

"You motherf—"

"Get lost!!"

The man who’d been kicked clutched his aching stomach, furious. But the moment he opened his mouth, Tristan Sterling’s vicious glare scared him into shutting it.

It was the one and only Mr. Sterling.

The three men instantly turned pale with fright.

Seeing things had gone south, the other two hastily bowed and scraped, rushing forward to drag their fallen companion back. "Right, right, we’ll get lost, we’ll get lost right now..."

Though unwilling to let it go, the three had no choice but to flee in disarray.

They scrambled away, a pathetic sight.

Who would dare provoke Mr. Sterling of Mistcroft?!

You’d have to have a death wish.

It wasn’t worth risking their lives for a woman.

No matter how beautiful she was.

The danger was gone, but Holly Sinclair didn’t even spare Tristan Sterling a glance, continuing to stumble toward the roadside.

The next second, her body was lifted off the ground.

Tristan Sterling had swept her up into his arms.

"Ah!"

The feeling of weightlessness made her cry out in alarm.

Though she was already losing her senses, she knew this was wrong.

She pushed him forcefully. "Let me go..."

She was roaring with all her might, but she didn’t realize her voice was now hoarse and soft. Far from being intimidating, it sounded more like she was being coquettish with him.

Tristan Sterling’s heart instantly melted.

It had been so long since he’d seen this gentle side of her.

"Don’t be afraid. It’s me."

He soothed her, his tone softer than it had ever been.

"...Get lost." She struggled, but it was like a kitten squirming in his arms.

Her squirming sent Tristan Sterling’s mind reeling with desire.

He set her down on the roadside guardrail and pulled out his phone to make a call.

"Mr. Sterling."

Greg’s voice came through.

"Main entrance. Bring the car around, now."

"Yes, Mr. Sterling," Greg replied.

Tristan Sterling had just put his phone away when Holly Sinclair struggled and jumped off the guardrail.

"Careful!"

He hastily caught her to keep her from falling.

"Get lost!"

She violently shook off his hand, her eyes bloodshot as she glared at him with resentment. "I don’t need your... fake concern!"

’What is he trying to do?’

’Blindly defending Vivian Linton on one hand, while putting on a show of caring for me on the other.’

’Who is he trying to disgust?’

"Stop messing around. I’m taking you to the hospital."

He frowned, pulling her back again.

She lost her footing and was pulled straight into his arms.

His masculine scent washed over her, and she felt an uncontrollable urge to draw closer.

"I don’t need you to look after me!"

She pinched herself hard, using the pain to force herself to stay lucid.

"You don’t need me? Do you want what just happened to happen again?" he reminded her in a low voice.

Holly Sinclair froze. "..."

’That’s right!’

’In my current state, being alone is too dangerous.’

’I can’t disregard my own safety just because I loathe him and don’t want to be with him.’

’He just said he’d take me to the hospital...’

Another wave of heat surged through her, and Holly Sinclair’s body went limp.

Before she could fall, he caught her in his arms.

Once again, he swept her up.

"Be good," his warm breath washed over her ear, sending an intense, numbing tingle through her.

What little rationality Holly Sinclair had left instantly crumbled.

As if they had a mind of their own, her arms instinctively wrapped around his neck.

Just then, a black Maybach pulled up beside them.

He carried her into the car.

"To the hospital," he ordered in a deep voice.

"Yes, sir," Greg acknowledged.

Ever the professional, he immediately raised the privacy partition and drove off.

Holly Sinclair’s consciousness was fading; she didn’t hear what they were saying.

In the confined space, a suggestive atmosphere began to build.

Holly Sinclair felt utterly miserable.

Her eyes were hazy with desire, her breath fragrant, as she instinctively pressed herself against Tristan Sterling’s chest, greedily drinking in his scent.

She squirmed restlessly in his arms.

"Holly, don’t move!"

Tristan Sterling’s whole body tensed. He warned her in a low, hoarse, and strained voice.

"Hot... so hot... I feel so sick..."

She was on the verge of tears, pulling at her collar in an attempt to get more cool air.

He glanced at her.

Her face was flushed, her eyes silken with allure, and a crystal-clear teardrop hung at the corner of her eye...

Utterly enchanting, a picture of pitiable beauty.

Tristan Sterling’s throat bobbed. The beast he had long suppressed within him was desperate to break free from its cage.

But he restrained himself with great effort, placing a light kiss on her forehead and coaxing, "I know you’re in pain. Just hold on a little longer, be good."

But she couldn’t hold on any longer.

She squirmed restlessly in his arms, her breathing heavy. "Tris... Tristan Sterling..."

"Mm, I’m here," he responded, while with great difficulty stopping her mischievous hands.

"You... you get lost... I... I hate you... I-I want to divorce you... Divorce!" She clutched his collar tightly, her face full of resentment.

"..."

Tristan Sterling’s handsome face darkened.

’Even in this state, she’s still thinking about divorcing me?’

He raised a hand, gently pinching her chin to lift her small face, and stared deeply at her alluring expression.

"Can we not get a divorce?"

he asked, his tone exceptionally gentle.

"I want a divorce... I want to never see you again for the rest of my life... I never... never want to see you again..."

She murmured with her eyes closed, her voice trembling.

The corners of her eyes gradually grew moist.

When she was lucid, she could control her emotions and not get lost in the past.

But when she wasn’t, she still couldn’t completely break free.

After all, she had once loved him with all her heart!

Heartbreak was inevitable.

Every word that came from Holly Sinclair’s mouth was a frantic challenge to Tristan Sterling’s limits.

"I’ll ask you one last time. Can we not get a divorce?"

He moved closer to her lips, looking deep into her eyes as he coaxed her.

"No... way!"

But she just shook her head wildly, her refusal firm and resolute, spoken one deliberate word at a time.

Tristan Sterling’s handsome face turned completely grim.

"Back to Azure Bay."

He lowered the privacy partition and spoke coldly to Greg.

"Yes, Mr. Sterling." Greg immediately turned the car around.

The car sped toward Azure Bay.

...

By the time they arrived back at Azure Bay, Holly Sinclair was completely under the drug’s control.

She was like a beautiful serpent, coiled tightly around Tristan Sterling.