"Ah … it hurts … Randy Outon, can't you be gentle?"
Cathy Garcia came out of the bathroom. Before her feet could stand firmly, her entire body was pressed against the wall by the man. A pair of big hands brutally lifted her nightgown from behind.
"What are you struggling for? Do you want to pretend to be pure again?" As he spoke for a few seconds, his high—temperature body had already leaned over.
The unprepared and penetrating pain caused Cathy to frown.
She snorted in pain, then bit her lips tightly and silently endured all of his movements.
"Cathy, your pretentious appearance will only make me feel even more disgusted!" Randy sneered, his tone like an ice—cold knife.
"That's right. I'm so disgusting. Then why are you looking for me? If your Sophia finds out, she will definitely cry again."
Cathy tilted her head and stubbornly looked at the man behind her, as if she wanted to firmly remember his hatred for her.
"Cathy! You are not worthy of mentioning Sophia!" Randy gritted his teeth, and in the next moment, his movements became even harder.
Cathy sucked in a painful breath and her nails on the wall were about to crack.
The man behind her who had no affection for her was her husband, Randy, who had been married for three years.
The two of them got along like emperors and maids after marriage. When he needed something, he would come back and look for her. After that, he would immediately leave and never give her any word.
In his heart, there was a white moonlight that could not be put down.
He married her because the situation forced him to. He needed a wife.
And she married him because of the money.
She was the wife that Randy had bought with money, an existence that was equivalent to a plaything and had no dignity.
Cathy forcefully closed her eyes and held back her tears.
When Randy finished and left, Cathy's body suddenly softened with her knees landing on the ground, and then she knelt on the ground in a sorry state.
Her little face had already been tortured to the point of being completely devoid of blood. She leaned against the wall and gasped for breath.
Randy tidied up his clothes. Under the warm light, he was still dressed like that, noble and elegant.
It was as if the person who had just done that with her was not him at all.
"Sophia is sick. Tomorrow, you go to the small house to take care of her."
Cathy's body stiffened and she gripped her fingers tightly.
Sophia was the white moonlight in his heart. She was carefully hidden in the golden room by Randy. She was a woman with paralyzed legs and a heart attack.
"I'm going on a business trip tomorrow." Cathy replied softly. This was not an excuse. Her higher—ups did send her a business mission.
However, Randy didn't care at all. He only said emotionally and indifferently, "Then you should ask for leave. Sophia's matter is much more important than yours."
Cathy felt bitter and uncomfortable in her heart and was unable to speak.
She took Randy's money, so she had to listen to him, which had been the case for the past three years.
Unless she paid off the money she owed Randy, she would never stand up and speak in front of him.
With a clang, Randy left and closed the door.
Cathy leaned against the wall and slowly stood up. Her legs were still soft. She could only limp into the bathroom and carefully take another bath.
When she came out, she leaned against the bed and called her superior to ask for leave.
However, as a result, her superior rejected her application on the grounds that she had previously taken several leave.
Yes, she could not remember how many times she had asked for leave for Sophia.
Every time Sophia got sick, regardless of whether it was a serious illness or a minor illness, or even if she just wanted to eat some pastries, Randy would personally order her to fulfill all of Sophia’s needs.
Cathy bit her lips. The higher—up didn't approve of the fake, so she had no choice but to call Randy and beg for mercy.
