Wyatt watched Celine’s slender figure disappear as she walked away, his face darkening
Night had fallen. Benjaminy unconscious, while Celine didn’t dare close her eyes. She had to stay alert. Her im of being married hadn’t deterred Wyatt, his wicked intentions were clearer than ever.
Celine couldn’t sleep. She feared that both she <b>and </b>Benjamin were in danger.
Sirring alone at the doorway, Celine stared out <b>into </b>the night of the mountain vige. The silence was vast and almost ethereal. The snow–covered vige exuded a biting loneliness, as though it marked the end of the world.
Celine felt the cold crawling over her, seeping into her bones. A wave of difort spread through her body, and she realized she might being down
with a lover.
She had spent too long in the cold sea, and even the strongest body couldn’t withstand it. She pinched her palm hard to stay awake, knowing that danger could strike at any moment.
Her thoughts drifted to Adam
What <b>was </b>he doing? Was he keeping Carlypany? Had he noticed that she and Benjamin were missing? Would hee looking for them? Benjamin’s leg injury was severe, <b>and </b>Wyatt’s predatory eyes <b>were </b>watching. Celine had no idea how <b>she </b>was going to escape this ce.
The cold became unbearable. Celine wrapped her <b>arms </b>around herself, resting her head against the doorframe as exhaustion began to overwhelm her.
Her eyes had barely closed when something rough and greasy brushed against her face. A hand was caressing her greedily.
Celine’s eyes snapped open. Wyatt was standing right beside her, his face twisted with lust as he stroked her cheek
Celine struggled weakly. “Mr. Lawson, why are you here again?”
Her body telt heavy and sluggish, a creeping dread confirming that something was wrong.
Wyatt had gone back to his room but couldn’t sleep. Every time he thought of Celine’s stunning face, desire burned through him like fire.
He had spent his entire life <b>in </b>this remote vige. Even during his rare trips outside, he had never seen a woman as breathtaking as Celine. He <b>had </b>long
coveted her.
He gave a lewd smile. “Ms. Tate, don’t pretend you don’t know. You <b>must </b>understand how I feel. I like you.
Celine shifted away from his hand. “Mr. Lawson, stop joking. I’m already married.”
“Married or not, <b>who </b>will ever know what happens in this ce?” Wyatt sneered and lunged at her.
Celine’s eyes widened with fear as she tried to dodge. Her limbs were heavy and unresponsive. Wyatt’s strength overwhelmed her as he forced her to the
His bands began tearing at her clothes. “Ms. Tate, I like you so much. Just give in to me.”
Pinned beneath him, Celine’s stomach churned with revulsion. She fought with all <b>her </b>might, “Let me go! Mr. Lawson, calm down! My husband will cope for the soon. He’s rich and powerful. He won’t let you get away with this!”
Wyatt, blinded by desire, ignored herpletely. With a loud rip, he tore open the cor of her dress. Heughed wickedly. “Forget your husband. Tonight, I’m your husband!”
He bent down, his breath hot and heavy<b>, </b>aiming to force a kiss on Celine.
Celine turned her hand away, despair washing over her. Her body was too weak to fight back. Was this how it was going to end for her?
“No! Let me pol” she cried out.
Just then, a strong hand n reached from behind <b>and </b>grabbed the back of Wyatt’s shirt. With a powerful yak, Wyatt was ripped off her. Celine felt the wright onder body lift as Wyatt was thrown askle.