Let's Get Married novel Chapter 396

Lily is struggling to get a clear thought. She is completely at his mercy and her voice comes out broken, "Don't, don't call me that..."

"Lily, baby!" Rex is fierce, torturing her ears. Her skin is soft and pinky and that makes him so excited, "I have missed you so much, I want to hold you forever. You are going to be my woman once again."

"Stop it, don't..." Lily shakes her head; she does not want to cross his gaze. She is ashamed, but inside her mind, she does not want him to stop. She can only close her eyes and endure it.

Rex never gets enough of her, he kisses her all over her face asking, "Baby, open up your eyes, look at me, you know I love when you do it."

It is said that women can see man only when he is on top of her in bed. And Rex wants Lily to see him only.

Lily blushes, and does not heed him, "Enough with the talking, come!"

"Come?" An evil smile appears on Rex's face, his veins are madly pulsing and he is as hard as a rock. His charming voice sounds faintly, "You wanted it! I am not finishing up anytime soon!"

Then, regrets haunt Lilly.

Rex is pumping her so hard to make the bed creak as it is going to break soon. The room is very bright, the curtains are white, and they can see each other very clearly. Lily feels like she is swimming in boiling water, where their skin touch is pure fire.

The pleasure mixed with the pain is an emotion that strong that she almost can stand it anymore. She slashes his muscled back with her nails, marking him as if he's been attacked by a tiger.

Just when Lily feels that she is about to catch fire, they climax together and the man finally stops.

She is about to have a heart attack. Rex falls aside, his arm around her waist. Her mind is empty, takes a long while to regain clarity.

The scent of passion fills the air; their naked bodies remain to contemplate each other.

Lily's slowly gets her original color back. She now wonders why she did such a thing with Rex, the anger took over probably. They are not together. They are not lovers, but they have made love.

Lily mocks herself for own inability to keep control in front of him.

Rex is still tripping after the mind-blowing sex; he does not notice Lily's anger. When he approaches she pulls away, snapping like a spring.

Rex's froze. He looks at her and goes, "What's wrong?"

Rex, still out of breath, gets close to kiss her on the forehead but she gets up quickly. She sits on the bedside, reaches her clothes and try to put them on with nervous movements, showing panic and distress.

Rex, with a rapid move, snatches her clothes from her hands and asks again, thus time with anger, "What's wrong with you?"

Lily takes a deep breath looks up at him and with a cold tone, "Nothing's wrong, you wanted to have sex with me, I satisfied you. And now I'm going to see Adair; that was our agreement, right?"

Her words are disgusting. She slept with him to get what she wanted. She wanted him to hate and forget her; she wants that for her too. In this way, living would be much easier.

She did it, like a true master of disguise.

Rex remains quiet for two full minutes without saying a word. He just stares at her, stares at the face that was blushing and moaning just a little while ago. It was all a horrifying lie.

Lily, frightened cannot contain herself and explodes in a loud laugh.

A deep nervous laughter comes from her chest, a laughter not meant to smile or cheer. Rex still cannot believe what she just did and lingering at her he asks directly, "Did you just prostitute yourself to obtain something?"

The sentence is terribly ugly, but ironically true. It really went that way.

Rex is exuding a terrifying aura; the room fills up with awkwardness and tension. She sees the blue veins surfacing on the back of his hand, Lily is scared even to look at him, she is afraid of being beaten.

What she feared never came after all. Rex would never raise a finger on her, which would make him feel even sicker than he already feels.

The words kill more than the swords. He humiliates her verbally, he shatters every last inch of dignity that she has left.

"Next year you are going to be thirty, you no longer are a young girl. How can you think I would give Adair to you after what you just did? The foolish things I said in bed means nothing to me, it was just aftermath of memory. Memories I held dear for five long years. Moreover, I have never said that you could take Adair." His face is dark as the night sky and he speaks with no mercy, "I admit that I fell for it, but I am not the only one."

After all she said, Lily knew there would be consequences. She is not surprised at all, but those words hurt her very much.

She feels she is old. So, who is young? Vivian perhaps?

"Actually, I'd like to say something on your behalf. You are such a great mother. You took Adair away from me without considering our feelings five years ago. Now, there is nothing you can do anymore to see him, even if he is just next door. The only thing you can get now is the lower part of my body..."

Every word is a steely knife into her heart. Lily cannot withstand losing Adair. It is the only thing that matter for her. Her face is swollen with anger, worse than being slapped.

Her eyes are devilish, but Rex doesn't care anymore. He is merciless.

Rex squeezes the dress in his hand, as if he wants to suppress the rising desperation in his chest, and the next second he throws the dress in her face, "Put on your clothes and get out!"

Lily is mute, she knows that speaking now would only make things worse.

The warm and ambiguous atmosphere disappears, leaving only embarrassment and despair.

Rex is just a man, without so many scruples and troubles. She ripped his shirt. He takes a spare one from the closet and puts it on. Not caring about the thoughts of others, he exits wearing the hospital gown with the pants of the suit.

Lily, astonished, looks at the leaving back of Rex. The reminiscences of their bodies merging arise, alongside with the pain and soreness. She is left alone.

The white closet in front of her shows her vague shadow, she cannot move from the bed, pitiful and sad.

The long hidden tears stream down; she wraps the quilt around her, buries her head in the white pillow, and let herself finally go.