?<strong>Chapter 1363:</strong>


    “Absolutely not,” she dered loudly, quickly swallowing to steady her voice.


    Skepticism colored his features as he approached, bending slightly to examine her face.


    Though she tried to maintain herposure, her reddened eyes betrayed her, burning with silent reproach.


    “Still sticking to the im that you’re not crying?”


    “Your efforts weren’t enough to bring me to tears,” she managed weakly.


    “Hush now. You look half-conscious.”


    Avoiding his gaze, her eyes inadvertently drifted downward, noting his state of undress. Even in its dormant state, Kenji’s penis was quite impressive. It was repulsive, revolting—everything she despised. Just like its owner, who had the audacity to make her measure it with her mouth.


    The wave of self-pity swelled until Scarlette buried her face in the nket, sobbing.


    “Nobody has ever treated me this way.”


    Kenji remained silent.


    “I wasn’t crying,” Scarlette swiftly added afterposing herself, though her sniffling betrayed her.


    “No one questioned it,” he replied, his face an emotionless mask.


    Scarlette dabbed at her eyes, studying his stoic expression.


    “What’s behind this sudden anger?”


    Kenji changed the sheets for Scarlette and retired to the guest room. Having slept alone for over a decade, he wasn’t ustomed to sharing a bed with anyone.


    Meanwhile, Scarlette tossed and turned, unable to sleep in the unfamiliar surroundings.


    Reflecting on the events of the night, Scarlette had a chilling realization: her intimate encounters with Kenji had been more diforting than pleasurable. Initially, he had been considerate, but that care quickly evaporated, reced by a reckless pursuit of his own gratification. She wondered why she should endure such unpleasant experiences.


    The following morning, Scarlette addressed Kenji.


    “Let’s not make out anymore. I find your technique less than satisfactory.”


    To her surprise, Kenji didn’t seem fazed. His nighttime impulses were clearly at odds with his moreposed daytime persona.


    “Intimacy won’t be a prerequisite for our marriage,” he dered.


    “After we’re married, we shall respect each other’s boundaries.”


    Scarlette was utterly bewildered.


    “Then what’s the point of marriage, if not forpanionship?”


    Kenji countered, “Don’t you know? You are destined to be my good luck charm.”


    Scarlette was taken aback; she truly didn’t know.


    With a blunt honesty that bordered on ruthlessness, Kenji revealed the truth.


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