Chapter 617

Ishara suddenly stopped, grabbed her phone, glanced at it, and discovered a message from Rock.

It was a message from Rock.

Rock: [Lawrence has already rescued Oscar from your grasp. Why didn't you inform me? You've put me in a passive position, Ishara. This gift is also meant for you. Take a good look.]

Rock was not a forgiving man, that's for sure!

Ishara held the phone tightly, her expression cold as she sneered, "I suppose Lawrence put Rock up to this, and Rock doesn't want to make things easy for me. That's why he sent it to me to see. It proves that the video is real, and Lawrence has gone to great lengths to obtain Winnie."

Eleanor gripped her daughter's hand firmly, her face displaying anger, though she forced herself to speak calmly, "There's no need to rush! No matter what games Lawrence and Winnie play, remember that you carry Lawrence's child in your belly. This child is something they can never know about, and it will forever be a barrier between them. Winnie will never accept Lawrence's child. By giving birth to this baby, you can thwart their plans. This is your trump card, Ishara! Stay composed."

Ishara took a deep breath, swallowing her resentment. She narrowed her eyes and spoke coldly, "Indeed, Lawrence will surely return eventually. Trento City holds his mother and son. Once he comes back, as long as he remains the primary Lawrence of the Rodriguez family, I will use the child as leverage against him!"

Eleanor advised, "Your priority now is to care for the baby. There's no turning back for us! Let's hope that the Rodriguez Group, despite Lawrence's scandal, remains stable and firmly under his control."

Eleanor's words struck a chord with Ishara, causing her to become increasingly agitated. Since that afternoon, the Rodriguez family's stocks had begun to plummet due to news of Lawrence's aggressive pursuit.

Within the Rodriguez Group, not even the deceitful main branch of the family could be trusted! Ishara began to contemplate deeply.

In the early morning, a gentle breeze from the island drifted through the curtains.

The sunlight rose from the horizon over the sea, casting a golden hue. It wasn't until mid-morning that Winnie slowly regained consciousness, opening her tired, bloodshot eyes. The memories of the previous night flooded her mind, and she clutched her head, hoping it was all just a nightmare.

Turning around, she discovered she was alone in bed. The sheets had been changed, but the impressions beside her were still visible, along with the scattered mess on the floor. Her clothes lay strewn about, with rose petals scattered around.

As she gazed at the petals, she recollected that Rock had personally arranged their bridal chamber and placed these items himself.

His smile in her mind filled her with immense guilt.

She stared blankly, never imagining she would betray Rock like this.

She had fought back desperately the previous night, but Lawrence was clearly not in his right mind.

He relentlessly pinned her down, engaging in the act forcefully until the early hours of the morning when she passed out.

Uncertain if he had stopped, her body still ached. Winnie gradually curled up, tears filling her eyes as she wished to disappear entirely.

She didn't know how to face Rock in the future, their marriage vows, and his affection. Feeling dirty and unworthy, she was overcome with despair.

As the door was gently pushed open, a middle-aged maid entered with clean women's clothing, smiling and saying, "Madam, you're awake. These are the clothes Lawrence personally picked out for you. Would you like to take a bath first? Mr. said you like cleanliness..."

"Get out," Winnie said coldly. Upon hearing their names mentioned together, Winnie lost all composure. She erupted into a frenzy, tossing pillows and knocking over the tray on the bedside table before curling up in the corner of the bed, clutching her disheveled hair, and murmuring in a pained whisper, "Please leave. Get out."

"What's wrong, madam?" The maid jumped in surprise, hastily stepping back to go call for help, only to bump into a tall figure. Lawrence entered with his hands in his pockets. "Lawrence! Madam, she..."

The maid stuttered, holding the clothes. "You can leave, give me the things," Lawrence said calmly with thin lips, taking the clothes and walking to the round bed. Winnie, dazed, watched him approach with increasing hatred.

She grabbed the blanket and threw it at him, directing all her anger at him. Climbing down from the bed, she stumbled, picked up a chair, and swung it at his back. He didn't dodge, the impact resounding in the room.

Winnie was taken aback. 'Is he crazy? Such a heavy chair, and he didn't even dodge.' After venting her anger, Lawrence turned around, his white shirt stained with blood from the bandage on his abdomen.

He approached her with an affectionate gaze, taking her pale hand and kissing her forehead gently. "Honey, had enough smashing?" His tone was indulgent, holding her hand as he looked down at her with love.

"Don't just stand there. If you haven't smashed enough, continue. I know I tired you out last night; I deserve to be punished. Winnie's scalp tingled, and she pushed him away abruptly, gritting her teeth in humiliation.

"You're insane. Get out."

Winnie realized that facing him, there was nothing she could do.

"I'm not insane. It's our honeymoon."

Lawrence's voice was low. His dark eyes fixed on her, becoming clear and ambiguous. He said, "Giving your husband a surprise so early in the morning? Although it's our honeymoon, you don't have to be naked. Let me go. Who else will see you naked? Do you plan to stay in bed all your life? In that case, I'm quite satisfied."

With his reminder, Winnie lowered her head and suddenly realized that she was indeed not wearing any clothes!

The torn wedding dress from yesterday was still lying on the floor.

Her face turned pale, then flushed. She covered herself with her hands, staring at the women's clothing he handed her.

If she didn't wear the clothes he gave her, she wouldn't be able to leave this room today.

No, it was daytime now. She couldn't see clearly last night, and she had to escape from here today!

Noticing her dazed expression as she seemed lost in thought, Lawrence chose to keep silent. Observing her look bewildered, pitiful, and endearing, he gently pinched her chin, his voice soft and soothing like a cello. "To wear or not to wear? Darling, if you prefer not to, you know I adore you most when you're bare. It's still early, why don't we..."Disgusting!" Winnie railed.

Winnie's face flushed with anger as she helplessly grabbed the clothes from his hands. Gritting her teeth in humiliation, she limped towards the bathroom.

Lawrence raised an eyebrow and casually walked over, effortlessly lifting her up in his arms and holding her horizontally. His voice was deep and affectionate as he spoke, "Honey, I'm sorry. I was too wild last night. I'll get you some medicine later. I'll carry you all day today; I won't let you endure any discomfort. Okay?"