"Mmph!" Natalie struggled fiercely.


    But Sebastian held the back of her head firmly, and though she twisted left and right, she couldn''t break free.


    The more she fought, the more a fierce desire to conquer her welled up inside him.


    Her lips were soft and cool from the winter air, and he felt an urge to warm them.


    His kiss was intense, driven by a man''s pride. She was his wife, why couldn''t he kiss her?


    He thought of how she hadughed and talked with Marshall, and he had wanted to drag her back and punish her just like this.


    She had a faint, captivating scent, a familiar fragrance that made his heart race.


    He had never felt like this before it was strange, yet exciting.


    And to think, he had missed out on so much beauty for a cruel, maniptive liar like Joanna.


    Ever since he learned she was the one who had saved him three times, his heart, once calm, would ignite whenever he saw her, a burning, restless feeling that made him want to hold her and kiss her fiercely.


    Natalie was beautiful, so beautiful it was addictive.


    He couldn''t ept that she no longer loved him. She used to love him more than life itself.


    The more Sebastian thought, the angrier he got. With his superior strength, he swept Natalie into his arms and carried her toward therge, soft bed.


    Natalie''s breath hitched, her breathing growing heavy as she red at him, her face flushing. "Sebastian, what are you doing? This is illegal, you know that?"


    Desire darkened Sebastian''s deep eyes, and a profound smile yed on his lips. "Natalie, don''t forget, you''re my wife. Fulfilling your marital duties is your responsibility."


    "No," Natalie said, shaking her head nervously. She didn''t want to be with Sebastian ever again; it was


    ???


    impossible. "Sebastian, go find. Joanna Don''t touch me. If you dare tou me expose your affair with Joanna."


    That was the only threat she had against him.


    Sebastian froze, his steps halting. He looked at her face, etched with refusal, and a tide of coldness flooded his eyes.


    His handsome, chiseled face was now an icy mask, his eyes fixed on her defiant expression. "Natalie, say what you just said again."


    His expression was cold, yet still breathtakingly handsome.


    Natalie''s heart trembled. She knew that as cold as Sebastian appeared on the surface, he was even more terrifying underneath.


    But it was precisely because she knew him that she was afraid.


    He would protect those he cared about with his life.


    In her past life, he had trusted Joanna, and in the end, Joanna had taken everything from him.


    How ironic. His trust had beenpletely one-sided.


    Natalie summoned her courage and continued, "Mr. Griffith, I know you don''t love me, you don''t even like me. I know your heart belongs only to Joanna. I can''te between the love you two share. I was presumptuous before, but now I''m staying far away. I won''t interfere with your rtionship anymore."


    "Don''t touch me, I''m begging you. Haven''t you been saving yourself for Joanna? If you touch me, your love for her wont seem so pure anymore Aff your efforts to stay faithful will have been for nothing."


    "Sebastian, I know this is just a moment of impulse. If you''re really that desperate, please, go find Joanna."


    "She has a better body than me, she''s gentler, prettier, and she knows how to please you. Every time she sent me photos and videos of you two in bed, you looked like you were enjoying yourself..."


    In the end, Natalie didn''t get to finish her sentence, because the look in Sebastian''s eyes was murderous.