Can't Resist the Billionaire

Seeing that I didn't reply, his tone suddenly sounded upset. "What is so good about that Christopher? Did he serve you well, or else? If so, I can do that too. Jasmine, I really can!"

His sudden soft and pleading tone made my original resistance to him disappeared. I really wanted to tell him the truth, but I knew that I shouldn't be impulsive.

Even though he would help me take those photos back, with his temper, could he even let Christopher off so easily? He may tortured Christopher to dead.

Although now I barely had feelings for Christopher, and my hatred was even greater than love, I still didn't want to see the man I had once loved so much die because of me. I was not that cruel. Moreover, if things got out of hand, it would be hard for me to protect myself. At that time, either Naomi or Christopher would take revenge on me and shame me for the rest of my life.

"So I must think of a long-term plan instead of acting on impulse at this moment."

"Jasmine, do you know? I went to visit my father today and finally told him about us. He agreed to meet you, but now you are telling me that you want to break up with me?"

At this point Vincent suddenly pulled violently at my hair. This time he did it on purpose. I immediately grimaced at the pain.

"Do you still feel pain? Do you know how I felt when I heard you say you are back with that man? I feel more pain than you!" Vincent pressed my head against the edge of the cold bathtub and looked down at me. "Jasmine, I am giving you one last chance. You still want to go back to that man, don't you?"

I dared not say it definitively. Vincent looked down at me from above as a devil who may kill me at any time. "Vincent, you know that it's impossible for us to be together. Your family is so rich, but I..." "Just tell me whether you'll be with me or not. You do not have to worry about anything. It's none of your business!"

Vincent bent down slightly, and his keen eyes approached. His terrible aura almost made me capitulate.

"Your father? What I want is marriage, not stay together secretly. I want to be your wife, not your mistress!" I gathered my courage and protested loudly to Vincent, "Do not make me useless any promise!" Vincent's eyes darkened. He looked at me in silence, then asked, "You only want these?"

"Then what else?" I tried to pull my hair out of Vincent's hand. I felt really uncomfortable being tied up by him, and was also depressed stared by him like that.

"Vincent, I know you're rich and can buy me a lot of things, but you don't know that I also have many things that I care about. What you can give me is not what I want, but you can't give me what I really want!" "Don't you just want a marriage? Well, if you divorce him, I'll marry you right away!" He still seemed to made up his mind.

"Do you think he will easily let go of me? It's not that easy..." I sighed softly and got up from the bathtub. I did not really care that I was naked, as Vincent had already seen every part of my body.

"It should be easy!" A hint of malice flashed in his eyes. When he said this, his tone was full of arbitrariness.

"Don't use violence, or I will not

forgive you!" found a bathrobe and

was about to wrap it around my body, but before I could put it on, Vincent suddenly stood up and pressed my body against the, wall. "You still don't want to leave

that man? Good, very good,

Jasmine, that's the answer you give

me, right?"

Vincent was so furious that he reached out with his right hand and pinned my wrists firmly to the wall. Then his left hand touched my breast.

As he massaged her without pity, he

laughed wickedly. "I have done so much for you, and was even willing to give up my family business to make my father compromise. Now you're telling me now that you want to break up? Jasmine, I'm the rule maker! You have no rights to end it whenever you want. I haven't played enough, and there will be more in the future!"

"Vincent, are you crazy? Let me go!"

When I saw the devilish grin on Vincent's face, my heart sank into the ground. Why did God torment me so? Why did he let me meet this man, who refused to let me go at all and vow to pursue me to the end? "Let you go back to serve that man? Don't even think about it!"

After saying this, Vincent suddenly bent down and held my naked body horizontally. He left the bathroom and went straight to the large bed. I knew he was gonna punish me again.

I closed my eyes, knowing I was too weak to escape, so I compromised and only hoped he wouldn't make me suffer too much.

After throwing me on bed, he was surprised that I did not resist. Then he stopped his move.

"What's wrong with your attitude?" A trace of hurt flashed in Vincent's eyes. Apparently he was so displeased with my attitude that he did not even bother to defend himself.

I grinned, but deliberately lay flat and even spread my legs. I said, "Do as you wish. Hurry up, I have to get home!"

Now my tone hurt him even more. He looked at me coldly for a minute. The atmosphere in the room suddenly became dull and cold, and I could feel the murderous aura emanating from him surrounding me.

"You want to go back? Hm, it's too early, isn't it? Finally, Vincent roared like a wounded beast and threw himself at me. He reached out with his right hand and gave me a hard twist on my waist, and I was turned around by him.