Chapter 19: She Rarely Acts Like a Little Woman

With a pleading look in her eyes, Jamie asked Leo, her voice trembling, "CEO Leo, could you please slow down the car? I'm scared." However, Leo did not respond to her request but merely calmly raised the car window, isolating Jamie and her pleading gaze outside.

Inside the car, Sophia was clutching her neck, enduring the indescribable severe pain, curled up in the corner of the car, trying to make herself as inconspicuous as possible. This time, she genuinely felt fear. At that moment outside the car, she truly thought she might die at Leo's hands. After all, no one of Leo's esteemed status had ever been so publicly defied, and probably, no one would dare to in the future.

Sophia's identity was unique; she could never reveal herself in public throughout her life. Once her identity was exposed, those criminals she had fought against, but had not been able to legally prosecute, might recognize her, and she would face endless assassination attempts, no longer able to carry out her missions.

Therefore, despite her deep-seated fear, she decided to take the risk to flee, leaving Leo to escape on her own. But she knew she couldn't really leave, as her brother's safety was still in Leo's hands. So, she could only stand beside the car, waiting for Leo's wrath and merciless judgment.

The atmosphere inside the car was oppressive and dangerous, making Sophia feel suffocated. Leo was silent, simply sitting with his legs crossed, expressionless and seemingly calm, but a close look would reveal the chill in his eyes and the bulging veins on his hands. He was brewing a storm inside, a storm powerful enough to destroy everything.

Sophia felt like she was sitting on pins and needles, every second an agony, wishing it all to end quickly. Yet, she couldn't help but mock herself, the once fearless her now so terrified of a man.

Suddenly, Leo grabbed Sophia and choked her neck again, questioning with an almost certain tone, "From now on, whatever I tell you to do, you'll do it, right?" Sophia nodded difficultly, and Leo's mouth curved into a satisfied smile.

But deep inside, Sophia was alarmed. She didn't think Leo's smile at this moment was a good sign. Then, Leo coldly commanded, "Good, then you will wash my body now."

Sophia looked up at him, puzzled, thinking, 'Is it that simple?' She agreed, "Okay, I'll help you wash when we get back." But Leo added with a smirk, "Right here."

"There's no water here…" Sophia's voice held a hint of confusion.

Leo grabbed her chin, his voice ice-cold, "Use your tongue."

Sophia was stunned, filled with surprise, incomprehension, but most of all, an inability to accept. Her gaze began to drift away, but Leo knew, it was mostly disbelief.

"Start!" He suddenly pressed her head towards his shoulder, causing her lips to press against his neck. He pulled her hand towards the buttons of his shirt.

She had said she would do anything, so let it start with washing his body. Washing away the lingering scents of powder, perfume, and traces of other men from the passenger seat.

Sophia silently chuckled in despair; this man knew her weaknesses too well. He was aware she repelled his touch, hated being humiliated by him, and now, he wanted her to "worship" his body in an even more humiliating way.

The humiliation hadn't begun, yet Sophia was already in tears. Leo felt the wetness on his neck and immediately pinched her shoulder, commanding fiercely, "Don't cry, or else…"

Sophia quickly sniffed, holding back her tears. Trembling, she unbuttoned his shirt and timidly licked his shoulder. Just once, and she closed her eyes in discomfort, tears rolling down again.

Leo wanted to explode in anger, but seeing the tears roll down her cheeks, he refrained from scolding. Perhaps, this was her rarely showing her vulnerable side of being a little woman—fragile.

Just like on the first night, after being stormily possessed by him, she curled up at the end of the bed, hugging her legs, head buried in her knees, shoulders trembling as if abandoned by the world, unimaginably fragile.

"Continue!" he ordered, nonchalantly.

He thought it would take at least ten minutes for her to persuade herself to fulfill his command, but in less than a minute, she shakily embraced his shoulders and continued to lick his neck.

It seemed she was stronger than he had imagined. However, a woman as traditional and virtuous as her was indeed rare.

She licked reluctantly, ultimately annoying him, draining his patience. His anger towards her was only temporarily subdued, and her hesitance provoked it anew, leaving him with no good temper.

In the end, when Sophia got out of the car, she could barely walk.