Chapter 620

He kissed Winnie passionately, but she was filled with anger at his use of violence and continuously pushed him away in irritation.

"Let me go... Mmm!" she protested.

"Are you still thinking about him? I will make you understand what submission means." He grew more forceful, pushing her hand behind her back and scratching her palm. She felt her strength dwindling, rendering her as weak as a small cat and unable to resist his advances.

Winnie sensed a chilling fear creeping up inside her, her almond eyes flashing with frostiness. Unable to withstand the tension any longer, she grabbed a knife and fork from the table and launched a fierce attack against him.

"Hmph..." Lawrence grunted in pain.

Winnie's eyes flashed, smelling the blood. 'This jerk should let go of her now!' she thought.

To her astonishment, she was met with an even more dominant kiss. He rose to his feet and placed her on the table, causing the dinner plates to clatter as her slender body landed.

She continued to grip the knife and fork. Winnie could hear the sound of his scapula skin tearing, yet he kissed her with even more intensity, their embrace becoming intertwined and focused. 'This lunatic,' she thought.

Despite her attempts at resistance, he did not relent. Ambiguous sounds and movements persisted, causing the confused servants to believe a quarrel was unfolding. They rushed over, their cheeks flushed.

The butler cleared his throat and remarked, "The master and mistress are simply engaging in playful banter; let's give them some privacy!" Winnie was left speechless. How could this be considered mere flirting?

She was simply unable to resist.

Her cheeks flushed red, finding it hard to breathe. She struggled to say, "Lawrence, you scoundrel, have you had your fill? If you value your sorry life, keep your hands off me!"

Finally, the man let her go, his long, sensual fingers lightly pressing against her swollen red lips. He lowered his gaze, his eyelids flickering. "Are you feeling sorry for your husband, huh?"

His thick skin completely defeated Winnie.

Lawrence's gaze lingered on his lips.

He appeared satisfied as he spoke in a low, ominous tone, "Each time you speak of someone you shouldn't, this will be your punishment. Remember, my dear, actions come with consequences. Now, it's just us two in our secluded world. There are no intruders here; this is my domain, and I can undress you whenever, wherever...understand?"

He was both seductive and warning, slowly and deliberately.

Winnie understood his meaning, her eyes widening, her face pale. "Do you dare to do that!"

"Not today, because you're injured. But if you do it again tomorrow, I won't mind leaving our mark all over this island."

He arrogantly said, "You should eat."

Then he turned and went upstairs.

Winnie angrily clenched the knife and fork, only to then notice the blood on the blade's tip.

She cast a cold gaze at his back, where the white T-shirt and shoulders were stained red with blood. She froze, taking a sharp breath.

He had endured so much blood just now, just to hold her down and kiss her speechless?

"This guy is absolutely insane," Winnie thought to herself, growing increasingly fearful of him.

"Doesn't he feel any pain? Is he using this tactic to control me, to manipulate me, to mess with my head?"

Meanwhile, upstairs, Lawrence removed his T-shirt slowly, a frown forming on his face as he examined himself in the mirror. His shoulders bore four holes from Winnie's attack.

He let out a bitter smile. It was clear that Winnie didn't care about him in the slightest. Blood was flowing down, a bloody mess.

The butler, swiftly fetching the first aid kit, witnessed the scene and his expression changed drastically.

"Lawrence, how could you allow Madam to act so recklessly? The injury is serious. We must find a professional doctor to examine it, or it could become infected on this tropical island," the butler exclaimed.

"No need," Lawrence dismissed with a wave of his hand, a hint of indulgence in his deep eyes. "As long as she vents, a minor wound is insignificant. Just bandage it casually, and it will evoke guilt and remorse in her," he stated coldly.

The butler was left speechless. 'Are you certain Madam will feel remorse for you? Her eyes suggest otherwise,' he pondered.

Lawrence nonchalantly wrapped the wound, purposely donning the same white T-shirt. The thin fabric would accentuate the wound effectively.

He walked out of the room and went downstairs to find her.

But he heard noises coming from the study.

Frowning, he walked into the study.

Winnie was in the middle of turning on the computer when she saw him entering. She stared at him in alarm.

Lawrence instantly grasped the situation and nonchalantly made his way to the bookshelf, retrieving a French original book, sitting down, and crossing his long legs.

He spoke calmly, his intense gaze fixed on her, "No need to turn on the computer, Winnie. I disconnected the internet cable a while ago."

He continued, "And don't the servants' phones. They only have access to their families and don't speak English."

Winnie stood there in dejection, feeling overwhelmed by a sense of despair as she gazed into his deep black eyes and resentfully stated, "Lawrence, you dare to confine me here forever! But rest assured, your plans will not succeed. Abducting someone else's bride in public is considered kidnapping. I believe Lymington and even the entire country will come to know of this. Despite any threats you may pose, my uncle, Olivia, will not hesitate to report your actions. Sooner or later, the police will catch up with you!"

Lawrence narrowed his eyes, appearing calm and composed. "Olivia is easily intimidated. As for your uncle, I have already reached out to him. I advised him against acting impulsively. The episode of my epileptic seizure three years ago is not a secret. Hasn't he been informed about it? His sole niece is under my control. If he pushes me too far...

At this point, he stood up, gently caressing her angry face, his gaze affectionate, as if the two were a loving couple. "If I do something dangerous to you, and your uncle reports it, he will regret it."

In the end, it was still a threat!

Winnie's fingers trembled slightly, pushing him away. "Besides coercion and temptation, what else are you capable of?" she asked in a trembling voice.

"To get you back, I can be a bad guy," Lawrence replied, his eyes downcast, his voice low and husky. "Honey, I won't allow your uncle to be too upset. He misses seeing you and I've promised him that you can return in a month, so don't worry. During this time, I'll be by your side every night. If I put in a bit more effort, I'm certain you'll conceive my child. This time, I'm hoping for a daughter. Sidney and Oscar will dote on her like a little princess; those two little boys have my traits. I wish for a daughter, a mini version of you, to make up for all the time we've lost together.

'Pregnant, pregnant.'

'All he has in mind is pregnancy!' She was going crazy.

"You are shameless, Lawrence. I don't want to have your child. You have made me cheat on my legal husband. You trapped me in an unbearable situation!" Winnie cried.

"I won't harm you." He cupped her face in his hands, pained and affectionate, unable to say many things. He had no other option. The only way to prevent her from returning to Rock after going back was by having a child. With her pride, she wouldn't return otherwise.

'By then, she would resign herself. After the child was born, she would eventually accept me and remarry me, then the four of us, no, the five of us, could be together!' Lawrence thought.