1318 Let’s Make The Marriage Real

The pain in Ye Youyou's hand deepened and intensified as her heart followed suit.

"You hate me," she stated in a strained voice, clearly heartbroken.

Shen Luo'an pursed his lips and shook his head gently as he replied, "You think too highly of yourself. There has to be love before there can be any hatred. Toward you, I only feel disgust."

These words were like bullets from a gun, mercilessly penetrating her heart and leaving it in a bloody mess. It was hard to watch.

Ye Youyou looked up at him. Her brows knitted together as a sorrowful laugh escaped her. "Then, why did you marry me?"

"Everyone wanted me to marry you, so I did. You were very happy about it, weren't you?" he asked.

Due to the many years that Shen Luo'an had spent handling various medicines, his rough hands had a distinctive chemical smell. It was neither strong nor mild.

Ye Youyou had loved the smell in the past. It was a smell that belonged only to Shen Luo'an. It was special and one of a kind. Slowly, over time, without her realizing it, the smell had become distant and soon it became unfamiliar altogether. She greedily snuck a whiff of the scent. The pain in her heart caused tears to pool in her eyes.

Shen Luo'an had clearly sensed how affected Ye Youyou was emotionally. Surprisingly, to himself, he didn't feel any satisfaction at all. He looked at the despair written on the face of the woman before him.

This was his legally wedded wife, and he felt a prick of discomfort in his heart. She was, after all, a person he had known for more than a decade. Regardless of how vicious he was, it could never be compared to what this woman was capable of.

"However…" Shen Luo'an held on to her chin. His movements were slow but forceful. "Regardless of how disgusted I am by you, I can't bear to divorce you. What can you do about it?"

The tears pooled in Ye Youyou's eyes and blurred her vision, but she held them back with all she had and refused to let them fall. The expression on her face was one of endurance and tenacity. She reached out and smacked his hand off.

Smack!

Shen Luo'an's hand was hit off. Just as quickly, the man hardened his gaze. The smile on his face widened menacingly without any compassion. "We've been husband and wife in name for so long, but not in fact. How about…"

He didn't need to finish the sentence for Ye Youyou to feel afraid. Taking a step back, she stared at the man before her, who clearly did not possess even an ounce of love for her, and yelled out angrily, "What do you intend to do?"

Shen Luo'an did not reply. He grabbed her and flung her on top of the couch.

Ye Youyou's heart began to hurt intensely as she put up a fierce struggle. She warned aloud, "Shen Luo'an, let go of me!"

"Let go?" Shen Luo'an covered her with his whole body and shackled both her hands in his grip. With a humorless laugh, he said, "Stop pretending. You love me so much. You must have been thirsting for this for a long time. My mood isn't great today, and I am in need of some catharsis. Such a good opportunity isn't going to present itself again!"

The statement made it seem as if his present actions were a gift he was handing out to a beggar.

The pain that shot though Ye Youyou's arm was enough for her to almost pass out. Tears started to flow, but she wasn't sure if it was because of the pain or her fear. Perhaps, it was a combination of both.

Shen Luo'an lowered his head and used his mouth to tear the button on her pajamas off. Her pajamas were soon opened wide, revealing a black bra. The contrast of her fair skin against the ebony black was eye-catching indeed.

His eyes darkened, and his throat tightened. Lust coursed through his veins. Even when he was faced with Shen Manting, he had never felt it this strongly.