Chapter 3: Reunion Turns Into a Nightmare_1
Before returning, Zachary Turner had arranged for someone to clean and tidy up the place. The yard was filled with newly planted greenery, and a fresh layer of soil covered the surface. She locked the gate and then looked down, noticing the man's large footprints imprinted clearly in the freshly-laid soil. She was taken aback.
She quickly looked up towards the house; the man was wearing a dark smoke-gray suit with a black shirt underneath, as always. His pair of gloomy, black eyes seemed like sharp blades that held no warmth.
Yvonne Young froze, and the items in her hands fell to the ground, pulling her thoughts back to the present. The familiar man's voice sounded before her, "You're back?"
His tone was indifferent, revealing no emotion.
However, Yvonne knew him too well; the calmer he appeared on the surface, the more turbulent his emotions were underneath.
With Spencer Sullivan's capabilities, finding where she lived would be a piece of cake, so she wasn't surprised to see him here.
She calmly picked up the things on the ground and walked into the house, her steps unhurried.
As she approached, a familiar fragrance assailed her nostrils, and Yvonne's breath hitched. As she looked at the man's face, so close she could almost feel the unevenness of his breathing, she thought, he must be angry and want to strangle her on the spot.
With that thought, she pursed her lips and chuckled, continuing to walk past Spencer Sullivan and then spoke, "Mr. Sullivan, is this considered breaking into someone's private residence?"
There was only sparse furniture in the living room, making it feel empty. The grand piano still had its dust-cover resting in one corner.
Yvonne placed the items on the coffee table.
Suddenly, the man's arms embraced her from behind, and his furious voice whispered in her ear, "Yvonne Young, did you provoke me this much just because you wanted me to find you?"
His words were mocking, bordering on humiliating.
As expected... she knew her actions wouldn't stay hidden from him.
A sour sensation filled Yvonne's nostrils, and her elbow pressed against his chest. Suddenly, she was reminded of the doctor's words.
'These days are your ovulation period.'
She quickly composed herself, turned around, and directly hugged the man's neck, "Yes, I can't forget you."
She hadn't even finished speaking when her chin was grabbed by the man, "Is your penchant for lying inherited?"
Without giving Yvonne the opportunity to reply, Spencer pushed her onto the sofa, and then he promptly climbed on top of her. His actions were so rough that Yvonne stared at him in astonishment.
Five years had passed, and her once round, cute face had thinned into a more clearly defined profile, completely shedding any remaining traces of childishness and naivety.
Spencer Sullivan stared into Yvonne's eyes, his gaze momentarily dazed before turning to disgust, "Stop looking at me with those eyes; it makes me sick."
As he spoke, he immediately grabbed a cushion from the sofa and covered Yvonne's face. Without even touching the clothes on her upper body, he removed the clothes from her lower body.
He was assertive and rough.
She gritted her teeth, and tears at the corners of her eyes were indistinguishable; whether they were from pain or something else was unclear.
Throughout the entire process, Yvonne didn't resist, both her hands clenched tightly into fists. She allowed the man to have his way with her, letting sweat and tears mix. Her mind was filled with one thought: she hoped that this time would be successful.
From then on, she would never have anything to do with this man again.
Unexpectedly, Spencer Sullivan was just as enduring as before. She could barely get up when everything was over. Yvonne's face was pale, her face wet with sweat and tears. A few strands of hair clung to her face, making her look particularly disheveled.