Chapter 10
Gordon carried me into his Lincoln Limousine.
As Mrs. Holmes, this was the first time in our sixâyear marriage that I had ever been in this car.
Gordon inrew me onto the spacious back seat, staring at me with intense anger in his eyes. His gaze was
more sinister than ever before.
I instinctively propped myself up, trying to sit up from the chal. But he grabbed my neck and slammed me against the car window with such force that it nearly crushed my neck.
âTaylor, donât forget youâre Mrs. Holmes now!â
Mrs. Holmes? It was ironic that Gordon would emphasize my Identity as Mrs. Holmes.
In all these years, he had never treated me as Mrs. Holmes.
And now, simply because I acted as myself for once, he wanted to put me in that identityâs shackles?
It was ridiculous.
I tried to push his hand away, and he finally let go. As I gasped for breath, I looked at him with a cold
smile and said, âGordon, since our marriage, have you ever treated me as Mrs. Holmes in your actions?â
âIsnât joining the Holmes family what youâve always longed for? Since youâre now a part of it, you should
cherish it instead of flirting around!â
Gordon looked down at me with a serise of superiority that had once captivated me. But now, stripped of the sugarcoating of love, it only made me feel sick.
I refuse to be Mrs. Holmes only.â
in name
I looked at Gordon with cold eyes, wondering if he was sharp enough to notice the unusual indifference in
my gaze.
But I underestimated his selfâconfidence. He suddenly leaned in closer, pinching my chin.
His soft fingertips rubbed my lips as he said coldly, âSo, you want to consummate our marriage? If youâre obedient enough, I donât mind considering giving it to you as a favor.â
As a favor?
The moment those words left Gordonâs mouth, it felt as if my heart had been brutally branded by a redâhot
iron.
The heart that once beat so vibrantly for him had long since died, replaced by a calmness even more desolate than despair.
âNo need. Isnât it more exciting to find a young lover outside? As long as a woman is up for it, there are plenty of guys out there!â
I pushed his hand away, casually flipping my hair. The collar on my shoulder must have loosened during
Chapter 10
our struggle, causing it to naturally slide off my shoulder.
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The dim light in the car illuminated my alluring collarbone and smooth skin in front of Gordon. When I looked up, I could see him staring intently at my collarbone, a glint of unusual light flashing in his eyes.
Men.
As the books said, any man was a creature that thought with their lower body. Even when faced with a woman they no longer loved, they still had sexual desires in specific situations.
Gordon was no exception.
Moreover, I wasnât an ugly duckling at all. In fact, I had been praised for my beauty since childhood. It was just that I gradually lost myself in my love for Gordon, causing me to lose my uniqueness completely.
âTaylor, youâre such a fuckingâ¦â
Gordon was clearly angered by my words and was about to curse, but at that moment, his phone suddenly rang. When he pulled out his phone, he frowned but still answered it.
As I was close by, I could hear the voice on the other end of the call. It seemed to be Noraâs assistant.
âMr. Holmes, Ms. Flores couldnât stop thinking about cutting herself tonight. No matter how I tried to persuade her, she wouldnât listen. Now sheâs in the hospital getting a blood transfusion.â
âWhich hospital? If sheâs sick, she should see a doctor. Iâm not a doctor!â Gordonâs voice was impatient.
âPlease, Mr. Holmes, just come and see her. She said that she wonât be able to live if she canât see you tonight. What should I do?â
âFine, Iâll be right there.â
d to see her.
Despite his impatience, Gordon still cared for Nora and agreed to see her..
In the past, upon hearing such a phone call, I would have undoubtedly quarreled with Gordon and tried to stop him from seeing another woman by any means necessary.
But now, I couldnât care less.
I leisurely crossed my arms and leaned back in the leather seat, saying with a chuckle, âOh, your lover is unhappy? Trying to commit suicide? Mr. Holmes, you sure are charming.
âShut up.â Gordon got angry, glaring at me.
âAlright, your lover is causing trouble, so you should hurry up and comfort her. Donât worry about me. Iâll leave now and promise not to cause any more trouble for you!â
Staying in this car any longer felt suffocating, so I immediately got up to leave. But, before I could even get out of my seat, Gordon grabbed my dressâ thin fabric from behind.
âAre you trying to go back there? Sit here quietly. Iâll have Luke take you home!â
âGordon, my best friend is still with your friends. Iâm worried!â
I wanted to use this opportunity to go back because Selena was met with an incident in my previous life. I
was afraid that there might be unexpected events if I left now.
âShut up! Donât go anywhere tonight. Go back to Hovilham Residencelâ Gordon commanded sternly. before quickly leaving with a stern expression.
Luke Baker was his personal driver for many years. He locked the car doors as soon as Gordon left. Without a word, he drove me toward Hovilham Residence.
This Lincoln Limousine was bulletproof. As long as Luke didnât open the door, there was no way I could.
escape.
Knowing when to submit was a wise choice. I gave up struggling and sat in the car. But I was worried, so I called Selena.
Selenaâs phone rang twice before it finally connected. But to my surprise, it was a manâs voice on the other end, and it even sounded familiar.
âSheâs already asleep. Arenât you home yet?â
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