A Bird in the Cage

Chapter 35

Chapter 35 Don’t Be Soft-Hearted

Reaching his large hands out, he flipped her over to face him. Putting down both of his hands on both

sides of her, he pinned her down on the bed and stared at the complicated look on her face. Then, he

asked hoarsely, “Was I too rough earlier, honey?”

What the h*ll! Didn’t he know if he was too rough or not?

Immediately, Catherine turned away because she didn’t want to see that affectionate look on his face.

After all, she had experienced it countless times before. He would ridicule her but still stare into her

eyes affectionately. At the same time, she would

get lost in his affectionate eyes and end up believing that he loved her. However, he would often stare

at her affectionately and drive her into the darkest despair in the next moment. For once, she wouldn’t

be that silly anymore.

While her face was full of disdain mixed with

disappointment and despair, she was frowning so intensely that her heart hurt.

Unable to help it, Ryan bent over and kissed her on her beautiful eyebrows.

“Come on, don’t frown!” He whispered and kept his lips pressed on her eyebrows again.

At that moment, he sounded extremely gentle and she felt warmth coursing from her eyebrows and into

her cold and dark heart, melting it into a mush.

Right now, she didn’t want to be soft-hearted

toward him, she couldn’t. Even if he truly had feelings for her under that ruthless exterior, it didn’t

change the fact that he was Jas’ husband.

Trying her best to hide her feelings, she smirked sarcastically and uttered, “Are doing all this because

you want to fuck me again? I have no right to refuse anyway so just do whatever you want! You don’t

have to asking me whether you were rough or gentle. To me, I did it unwillingly so it doesn’t make any

difference.” Còntens bel0ngs to Nô(v)elDr/a/ma.Org

Wasn’t she trying all kinds of ways to get him to fall for her? Why wasn’t she willing to accept him when

he wanted to make out with her?

Was she pretending right now or did she really begin to hate him that much? He couldn’t allow her to

hate him and neither could he allow her to have no feelings for him.

She should be feeling fear and pain when he

abused her, and she should be grateful when he treated her gently. That was the way it had to be!

Ignoring her, his lips wandered from her eyebrows gently toward her pretty little nose.

The whole time, he was as gentle as snowflakes falling from the sky as if he was afraid it would startle

her.

Closing her eyes, Catherine kept telling herself that Ryan was messing with her, so she wouldn’t be

fooled or react to his tenderness whatsoever.

However, when his kiss landed on her luscious lips, a strange feeling still overwhelmed her entire body.

No matter how much she tried to restrain herself, she couldn’t stop her heart from beating fast.

Obviously, he knew her body too well. In the past two years, they spent so many nights together. At

this point, he was more familiar with her body than she was herself.

In fact, it was so easy for him to incite the most basic desire in her. How could she restrain human

instinct?

Well, she ended up giving in to her inner desire.

Holding on, Catherine wouldn’t let out a moan as

she bit her lower lip tightly to the point that it was almost bleeding.

Frowning, he kissed her lips so that she would stop torturing herself.

This time, there was no roughness at all. From beginning to end, he observed her every reaction.

When he saw her blush, he felt satisfied for some reason.

However, her heart hurt even more because she

couldn’t endure the temptation of sexual pleasure, so she felt guilt and ashamed. Most importantly, she

couldn’t resist him at all.

Now that she was so wet, it meant that she was enjoying it, so why was she frowning so intensely?

At that moment, he felt like this d*mn woman was like a cat who stayed in his heart and occasionally

extended her claws to scratch his heart gently.

Every time he tried to conquer her, she would end up affecting him in some way and frustrate him.