Chapter 758

Rock gazed at the hazy silhouette inside, his Adam's apple feeling like it was being clawed by a cat.

The thought of wanting Winnie had never subsided.

Especially since Winnie was also restless; even though they were married, she still met with Lawrence.

Even if she was in front of him every day, Rock always felt like he was losing his grip on her.

Especially since she had once again declined Carlos's demands today.

This made Rock extremely displeased.

A surge of desire to conquer Winnie ignited within him!

Although he wasn't lacking women now, he could always turn to Sierra and Ishara, especially Ishara, who had a face resembling Winnie's and served him comfortably with endless variety.

But they weren't Winnie.

Winnie's beauty was unmatched, and her figure hidden under her clothes was alluringly curvaceous. Her eyes, always seeming to hold a delicate sheen of moisture, pierced one's gaze, leaving hearts yearning and restless, though she remained blissfully unaware of her own allure.

If it weren't for that man with a hood in the car that night threatening him with a gun, Rock would have long wanted to make her cry under his body.

Rock walked to the window with a sinister expression and lit a cigarette.

Half an hour later, Winnie finished washing up and came out of the bathroom.

Seeing Rock sitting by her bed suddenly startled her.

Her hands instinctively clutched the towel around her body.

Why hadn't he gone back to the study?

She had been too tired earlier and went straight to the bathroom to shower, seemingly forgetting to close the guest bedroom door. Since she usually came and went by herself, she wasn't that cautious after bathing.

Even though her arms were covering her chest, Rock still glimpsed that beautiful curve. Winnie's stunning beauty, with her face flushed after the shower, contrasted with her tanned skin, and her wet hair clinging to her neck and collarbone, added to her allure.

Compared to Sierra and Ishara, she was so naturally beautiful.

Just coming out of the shower, she was already so captivating.

While Sierra and Ishara always wore elaborate makeup when they saw him, he had no desire to kiss those lipstick-covered lips.

Rock's voice carried a hint of seduction, his eyes sparkling as he looked at her. "Winnie, you're done with your shower."

Winnie asked, "What's the matter, Rock?"

Winnie frowned tightly, feeling extremely uneasy. His gaze made her even more uncomfortable.

Rock smiled elegantly, standing up with his tall frame, "We're married. Can't I come in to see you even if there's nothing wrong?"

He looked at her wet skin, his throat moving.

He couldn't hold back any longer!

The longer he didn't make love to her, the more it would push her towards Lawrence.

Only by possessing her could she truly settle down and belong to him.

Even if those two hooded men in the car knew his secret. He had been having his trusted aides investigate them these days, but they couldn't find any information. Perhaps it was just them trying to intimidate him.

Besides, they couldn't possibly have installed surveillance in his house.

As long as he slept with her and made her quickly pregnant with his baby, everything would be settled, and her attitude towards him would naturally change.

Winnie felt his gaze growing more fervent.

She was scared, took a step back, and hurriedly said, "Of course, you can come in to talk to me, but actually, I need to sleep now. It's late. If there's anything, we can talk about it tomorrow."

Rock said, "I'm fine, just came to see you, Winnie."

Rock continued to walk towards her, ignoring her retreat, and grabbed her small hands, his actions forceful but his voice indulgent, "You're right, it's late. Why don't we sleep together?"

Rock added, "Winnie, I've thought it over carefully. We're married, and we shouldn't be sleeping in separate beds. It's not good for our relationship."

Winnie said, "But didn't you say you'd give me time?"

Rock pulled her into his arms, holding her tightly, lifting her chin with his hand, and smiling gently, "How much more time do you need? Didn't you say you were ready that night?"

Rock asked, "Winnie, since you're ready, why are you still unwilling?"

Winnie was at a loss for words.

She felt no romance at all, only a complete sense of discomfort and fear at this moment.

She wanted to break free from his embrace but knew she couldn't.

In that moment of hesitation, Rock held her to the bed, gently lifting her and placing her on it, "Winnie, the more we hesitate, the more distant we'll become. Let's just get into bed."

Winnie's mind went blank, and her whole body stiffened!

She had told herself this was a normal thing, hadn't she gone all out that night?

But just because she had gone all out then didn't mean she could do it now.

She increasingly felt that she and Rock could never be close.

Her hands gripped the blanket tightly, trying to separate herself from his burning body, stalling and making excuses, "Rock, I haven't dried my hair yet."

Rock said, "No need to dry it, I like your sultry look."

Rock knelt on one knee by the bed, leaning over and smiling as he touched her wet hair.

At that moment, for reasons unknown, Winnie found his words repulsive.

He was a gentleman, and these were normal words between couples.

But if Lawrence had said these words, she wouldn't have felt disgusted; she would have been both angry and aroused.

Was it a habit? Had she gotten used to Lawrence's shamelessness? Used to his body?

When Rock's hand slipped under the blanket and touched her arm, moving up and down, Winnie couldn't hold back any longer. She couldn't control the urge to retch, her mind filled with the sensation of Lawrence's big hand holding her arm.

The more she thought about it, the more repulsed she felt towards Rock.

Winnie said, "Rock, I'm sorry, I'm really tired. Maybe next time."

She began to push him away forcefully.

But this time, Rock didn't let go like a gentleman. His body pressed down on her, trapping her like a madman, lowering his head to kiss her.

Winnie struggled and dodged continuously, his grip on her waist hurting her.

Winnie shouted, "Rock, Rock, let go of me."

"Winnie, it's time for you to accept me." Rock's eyes, full of desire, were tinged with madness.

Seeing his unfamiliar gaze, Winnie was terrified.

No matter how hard she pushed, she couldn't move him. In desperation, she grabbed a bedside ornament and smashed it against the back of his head.

Rock instantly lifted his head, a sinister chill flashing in his usually gentle eyes, staring at her.

That expression terrified Winnie, leaving her with no doubt that he would strike her in the very next moment.

She couldn't understand how the usually gentle Rock could show such a terrifying expression.