<h4>Chapter 256: Chapter 256: Dare to Hit Me, Giving You Face</h4>


    Lucas Hughes slowly, bit by bit, reached out and tentatively embraced Chloe Simpson. Seeing that she didn’t refuse, he tightened his grip and pulled her forcefully into his arms.


    In truth, Chloe truly didn’t know how to refuse.


    "Lucas, this isn’t your fault. It’s all my fault. Even if it was fate’s cruel humor, I was the one who ended up climbing into Alexander Johnson’s bed that night. You can’t me yourself, I..."


    She was alreadypletely moved by Lucas’s words, to the point where she was aplete mess, especially since Lucas spoke with such deep emotion and even a choking voice.


    Moreover, she felt an even stronger sense of guilt, an ever-increasing mountain of self-me.


    Seeing Lucas’s immense love for her, and then thinking of the uncontainable pleasure and desire she had felt under Alexander Johnson, her heart ached even more for Lucas.


    "No! Chloe, all of this is because I’m petty and insecure. Damn it, I’m just not a good man. On our wedding night, it was I who took you out drinking to celebrate us. But in the end, I didn’t take care of you, and that’s why you ended up in the wrong room."


    "If anyone is to me, it’s me, Chloe. I was wrong, I truly know I was wrong. You can hit me, curse me, I deserve it all—juste back to me, please? I’m begging you, I really can’t let you go."


    "Do you know what these past months have been like for me? At work, I think of you; off work, I think of you; while eating, while spacing out, all I do is think of you. Even when I sleep, I dream of only you."


    "At first, I was consumed with jealousy and couldn’t manage my feelings about you and Alexander. I couldn’t take it. But after we divorced, when you left my side, I realized—"


    "Compared to all the inner torment and pain, losing you is the one thing I absolutely cannot ept. Chloe, I love you. I truly, deeply love you. I can’t live without you. *Sob sob sob...*"


    As Lucas spoke, crying, his hands began wandering across Chloe’s body.


    Seeing that Chloe still didn’t show any intent to resist, his heart surged with excitement. Driven by this surge, he held her face and started kissing her fervently.


    "I’ve missed you so much, Chloe. Really, I’ve missed you so damn much! Do you know? I’ve never in my life wanted someone so desperately!"


    After just a few kisses, Lucas pushed Chloe down onto the bed.


    Chloe, overwhelmed by emotion and tears of gratitude, didn’t even think to resist. She justy there, her mind filled with Lucas’s earlier words and an aching love for him burning in her heart.


    Taking advantage of the moment, Lucas quickly moved and in mere seconds stripped Chloe’s clothing off her body.


    When Chloe came back to her senses, she realized all her clothes were already removed by Lucas, leaving only her intimate underwear.


    But they had been married after all, and physical intimacy was not a first for them. Chloe felt no urge to resist.


    In fact, at this moment, a single thought lingered in her heart: she and Lucas had never truly been together before—not as husband and wife in the most meaningful sense.


    With everything they had gone through, all the mistakes that began with her wandering into the wrong room on her wedding night, she felt it was time.


    She had always wanted to be with Lucas properly. So, tonight, she thought, let it happen. Let us truly be together atst.


    In their dating years, they hadn’t been physically close. Even after being married, they hadn’t genuinely been together. And now divorced, it seemed like being truly together even just once wouldn’t be so bad.


    Lost in these thoughts, Chloe reached out and hugged Lucas back proactively.


    Lucas became even more ted, his giddy joy nearly making him jump in delight.


    Heh, this woman is really as base and slutty as I thought!


    A little teasing, and she couldn’t help but throw herself at me.


    Maybe, back on our wedding night, even if I did nothing—no Flibanserin, no getting her drunk—just cing her in Alexander Johnson’s room would’ve been enough. She’d have thrown herself at him eagerly, without shame.


    After all, Alexander Johnson is so strikingly handsome, so wealthy, and holds such high status.


    With these thoughts, Lucas’s actions became heavier and more forceful.


    Meanwhile, Chloe awaited it all with longing.


    She thought, tonight she and Lucas could finally, truly be one.


    But what Chloe didn’t expect was that just as Lucas’s lips were about to meet hers, her mind shed—so vividly—with the image of Alexander Johnson.


    Without even realizing why, she instinctively pushed Lucas away.


    "What’s wrong, Chloe?"


    Lucas hadn’t anticipated Chloe suddenly pushing him away, so much so that he forgot he was supposed to still be feigning tenderness.


    "I..."


    Chloe clutched her hands tightly together, her throat choked up.


    What could she possibly say?


    Could she tell Lucas that, at that moment, Alexander Johnson’s face had unconsciouslye to her mind?


    Even she wasn’t sure why she pushed him away.


    Ha!


    "Lucas, we’re divorced."


    Chloe gave a bitter smile, tugged weakly at the corner of her mouth, and finally only managed to say one sentence.


    "No, Chloe, even though we’re divorced, we can always get remarried. And you’re still in love with me, aren’t you? Just a moment ago, you felt deeply moved. You wanted to be with me, didn’t you?"


    But havinge this far, how could Lucas ept giving up?


    "..." Chloe didn’t know how to respond to Lucas.


    It was true—just moments earlier, she had been deeply moved, she had believed she still loved Lucas, and she had thought she wanted to make love with him.


    But then, inexplicably, Alexander Johnson hade to mind.


    And out of nowhere, she had pushed Lucas away.


    Now, her emotions were a mess—confused, conflicted, resistant, uncertain about what she truly felt. All she knew was she had lost any urge to continue and just wanted to leave.


    "Forget it, Lucas. Let’s just leave it at that."


    In the end, Chloe simply spoke those words, stood, and began dressing to leave.


    Seeing that he was so close to achieving his goal and now about to lose it all in the blink of an eye, Lucas couldn’t bear to allow it.


    He blocked Chloe’s path and fiercely pulled her back into his arms.


    "Chloe, I won’t let you leave tonight, no matter what. I’ll never let go of you again. I want to be with you. I want us to get remarried!"


    Holding her tightly, Lucas began forcefully tearing at Chloe’s clothes again.


    "No, Lucas, let go of me!"


    Chloe instinctively started resisting.


    But Lucas, havinge this far, wasn’t about to stop. His mind repeated a single thought.


    Tonight, he would take Chloe. He was going to enjoy this little vixen in full!


    But at this moment, Chloe’s feelings had shifted entirely. From initial sympathy to surrender to arousal, now there was nothing left but pure repulsion.


    She started struggling fiercely, but Lucas refused to let go, and his hands continued their fric movements.


    Until atst, his hand went straight into her pants.


    "Ah!"


    Reflexively, Chloe raised her hand and pped him hard across the face.


    She put so much strength into the p that Lucas’s face immediately showed five distinct finger marks.


    A streak of blood appeared at the corner of Lucas’s mouth.


    "I...I’m sorry, Lucas; I didn’t mean to. Let me see your face."


    Chloe was stunned by her reflexive action. She quickly apologized and reached toward Lucas’s face to check him over.


    Lucas touched the blood at the corner of his mouth, then spit it out angrily.


    "Spit! Chloe, how dare you hit me? Damn it, I’ve been too soft on you!"


    He grabbed her arm and flung her back onto the bed.