"What... What in the world... are you doing?"
"Weren't you worried I'd leave you in the future? Well, I'm telling you right now, in all seriousness, that I want you. Whether you're healthy or not, I want you. That divorce agreement for three months? I've already torn it up!"
With that, he leaned down and pinned her to the bed.
She had no strength in her body at all, lying there like a limp doll for him to arrange as he pleased.
When Jenson Shelby's long, elegant fingers reached for the high collar wrapped tightly around her neck, she suddenly cried out, "Don't!"
"Why not? Didn't you keep saying you love me? What's wrong? The person who claims to love me is afraid of me taking her?" Jenson Shelby's face was devoid of any smile. He was completely serious.
He knew that if he didn't resolve this with her once and for all, she would just keep trying to end her life.
He had to give her a reason to live, no matter what it took.
