YOKED TO A BILLIONAIRE BY VENNEH LISAH

"Why are you bringing this up all of a sudden?" Violla started feeling nervous because she sensed his unusual cold tone as he uttered the words.

Davon squinted his eyes, and continued, "That means you started seeing Martin not long after having sex with me."

Violla's heart jolted in shock. She neglected that point.

Whenever Davon heard about the children, he instinctively related them to her relationship with Martin.

The surrounding atmosphere turned tense suddenly.The temperature started to rise, making her difficult to breathe.

Violla's heart was in her mouth, yet she didn't know how to lighten the mood.

"Say something!" Davon suddenly roared.

"I… It's all in the past now. Besides, I wasn't with you that time. You shouldn't be angry about it." Violla was too nervous and said that without thinking it through.

"Really?" Davon reached out to her and pulled her head close. Staring at her, he said, "But you're the only woman I've been with,since that time! For four years I have never slept with anyone else."

Violla didn't see that coming. She froze in her spot and stared at him in disbelief.

She had never thought about that.A proud, prestigious man like him should be popular among women.

Even if he had relationships with other women, there was nothing unusual about it.But, he said…

Davon furrowed his eyebrows and looked at her coldly. "Although it was an accident, I took it seriously. All these years, I looked and waited for you, but I've never touched another woman. That's the difference between me and you."

"It… It can't be… Your skills are good, you don't strike like someone who has been on a dry spell. It doesn't seem…" Violla couldn't believe it.

"How do you know my skills are good? Did you get it after making comparison?" A dark shadow fell across Davon's face.

"No! That's not it." Violla shook her head vigorously, yet she didn't know how to make herself clear.

She had no experience in those kind of stuff. How would she be able to evaluate the skills? She found him skillful because he was all passionate everytime.

He was the only man she had sex with.

Even though she had been with Franklin, they did nothing more than holding hands, kissing on foreheads, and hugging.However, there was no way she could clear her name now.

"So, previously the boyfriend that you kept mentioning was not me with the other identity. It was Martin, wasn't it?" Davon squeezed her face and asked in an overbearing manner.

He no longer focused on the road, but her face instead.

Luckily, his Aston Martin was equipped with the precision cruise control system, so the car could proceed at a stable speed.

"No. You focus on driving. It's dangerous," she spoke apprehensively. She failed to explain herself. She lied to him, and now she couldn't say anything further.

"You have pissed me off." Davon pushed her away and drove the car out of the highway.

"If you really mind it, then we… Let's just break up. I will pay you for the necklace, then we don't owe each other anything," Violla said tentatively.

She had got the money her father left behind. After paying him back, the remaining was enough to secure a good life for her and her children.

Davon laughed coldly. "Now you have got yourself a backup, so you can say that in such an arrogant way. Well done, Violla Milan. "

Violla kept silent.He twisted the meaning of her words no matter what she said, making it impossible for her to communicate with him.

Davon stopped the car in the woods and turned off the engine. He took off his coat, then slowly unbuttoned his shirt.

"What… What are you doing?"

Sensing something was wrong, Violla wanted to get out of the car.

However, she couldn't, as the door was locked.

"Keep running. Let's see where else can you run to." Davon unfastened the buttons one by one, and adjusted the car seat with a smirk on his face.

"Don't… Don't do that. I'm feeling unwell today." Tears welled up in her eyes.

"Really? We just had it this morning. Stop pretending." Davon got on top of her and pinned her down.

"It's true. Let me go…Ah!" Violla started struggling and kept pushing his shoulders, yet it made no difference. She started melting in his arms and kisses .

"Please don't…" Violla moaned and could only shut her eyes in despair as she squirmed around feeling the pleasure his tongue was bringing.

Davon bit her neck ,he slid his hand in her pant cupping her v*g*na Suddenly, he realized something was off.

He took a look at his hand. There was blood on it.

Davon was dumbfounded. "I haven't touched you. Why are you…"

"I'm… I'm having my period silly." Violla bit her lips hard. 'How embarrassing is this!'

Davon froze for a while before he regained his composure. With a darkened face, he let go of her.

He cleaned his hand with wet tissues, then drove the car out of the woods.

Violla curled up on the seat. She dared not say anything nor moved a muscle, but her body got increasingly uncomfortable.

Actually, she had a feeling about her period since they got into the car. She thought she could make it home in time but never thought that she would provoke him again.

Davon drove the car into the city. He kept gazing around as if he was looking for something.

Violla had no idea what he was doing. She pleaded, "Let me go, please. I want to go home."

Ignoring her, Davon stopped the car at the roadside, then he headed to a convenience store.

Violla was afraid that he might do something crazy again, so after he left, she pushed the door and tried to run away. However, the moment she stepped out of the car, she realized her skirt was ripped.

Immediately, she picked up his coat and covered her body with it, then she ran away.

Davon walked into the store, looking around for something.Dressed in black with a mask on his face, Davon gave out a strong aura.

"Is he a robber?" Several shop assistants who were on the night shift turned pale in fright. They hid aside and took out their phones, ready to call the police at any time.

"Excuse me." Before Davon could ask them, two female assistants shouted loudly.

"Ah!" Another male assistant took out a weapon and asked with his trembling lips, "What… What do you want? We don't have much cash."

Davon was speechless. After taking a deep breath, he asked with his deep voice, "Do I look like a robber to you?"

"Y… Yes…" the male assistant replied with his shaky voice.

"You guys are fools." Right then, a plump woman in her fifties walked out of the storeroom. She shook her head and let out a sigh. "Have you seen a robber who is well-built and handsome like him? With his outstanding look, he can be a star or at least an influencer. Do you think he really needs to rob us?"

Hearing her analysis, the female assistants took a closer look at Davon. Their eyes instantly lit up and they started swooning over him. "Oh my! He's so handsome!"

"You lovestruck idiots!" The male assistant despised the girls.

"Stop the nonsense. Get me something." Davon was annoyed.

"What are you looking for? Let me help you." The girls approached him.

Feeling embarrassed, Davon scratched his nose and cleared his throat, then lowered his voice, "You know… the thing that women use every month."

"Skin care products?"

"Cosmetics?"

The girls made a few guesses.

Davon frowned. 'Are the youngsters nowadays all so foolish? Well, I guess the one at home is smarter.'

"He's talking about sanitary pads." The plump woman walked towards him and asked, "What brand are you looking for? I'll get it for you."

"Anything. Take the most expensive one and the best one." Davon took a glance at the car and realized the door was opened. 'Did the Stupid Woman run away?'

There was a flash in his eyes as he squinted them. However, he didn't intend to take any action yet.Instead, he fished out a new phone from his pocket and played with it.

"Where's my phone?" Only after Violla ran for about two hundred meters did she realize she had lost her phone. She had handed all the cash to Davon, so she was penniless at the moment.

She looked around. That place was fifty kilometers away from her home.

There was no way she could go home on foot.

'I have neither my phone nor money. I can't go home like this. What should I do now? It's late at night. Only the 24-hour convenience stores are operating. The other shops are closed.I can't even hide.

Besides, there is neither a public telephone nor a taxi.So…'

Heaving a sigh, Violla headed back to the car. 'Well, being tortured by the Devil is better than wandering the street like a homeless person.'

"Sir, which brand do you want?" asked the woman enthusiastically.

"Any brand will do." Davon looked at his watch. Three minutes top. That woman will be back.

"Sir, do you want day pads or overnight pads?" the woman continued asking.

"Anything." Davon frowned with frustration.

"Then, with or without wings?" Another question came from the woman.

Davon held his forehead, greatly annoyed by her continuous questions. "Give me one of each."

"One of each? Do you mean each type from every brand, with wings and without wings, or…"

"Shut up!" Davon couldn't stand it anymore. His anger was about to burst.

"Sir, you have to make yourself clear. I don't know what you want." The woman kept asking thousands of questions.

Davon started clenching his fists.

"Give me a packet of Kotex overnight pads. Thank you." A familiar voice rang out. Finally, the awkward situation was eased.

Violla saw what happened in the store. Suddenly, her heart was filled with mixed feelings.

He got out of the car to get her sanitary pads, yet she tried to run away.The woman was stunned by Violla's interruption. Pointing at Davon, she asked, "Is he with you?"

"Yes." Violla nodded and wrapped her hands around his arm.

Davon stared at her, then queried, "You ran away, didn't you?"

"I'll never be able to escape from you." Violla made a funny face at him. She received the pads from the assistant, then elbowed Davon. "Pay up."

Davon left a stack of cash on the cashier, then walked out of the store with Violla.

After they got into the car, Violla looked at the sanitary pads and suddenly burst into laughter. "I didn't know you stopped to get me these. I thought…"

"Just shut up!" Davon was annoyed and didn't want to talk further.

That was the first time he bought things in a convenience store. Who would've thought that he would be regarded as a robber and questioned by an old woman about sanitary pads? Right then, he felt aggrieved.

Violla pouted and said no more. 'This man definitely has a bad temper.'

Davon drove to Romans Hotel. Same hotel. Same room.He helped Violla into the bathroom and gave the pads to her, then closed the door.

After that, Davon took a shower in the adjoining bathroom.Violla took a comfortable hot shower, then realized all the clothes were ready, warm and sterilized. Her body felt the warmth as she put on the clothes.

However, perhaps it was because of her menstrual cramps, she was feeling cold.

She walked out of the bathroom with a bathrobe on, and then she saw Davon drinking wine on the couch.

"Why are you drinking again?" After uttering that, she lied on the bed and wrapped a quilt around herself.

"Come here." Davon instructed her.

"I'm exhausted." Violla hugged a pillow and curled up in the quilt.

Davon turned to her, then frowned. She was curling up like a ball, shivering in the quilt.

Violla buried her head into her pillow in exhaustion. Just as she was about to fall into a slumber, a large hand made its way over.

The woman jumped in fright and moved aside. "What are you doing? I'm already in such a state, and you're still...."

Before she could finish, Davon placed his warm palm on her forehead and felt her temperature. Then, he whipped out his phone and gave Immaculate a call. "Come over to Romans Hotel."

"No, I'm fine!" Violla hurriedly stopped him. "I'm just having cramps. It's not like I'm sick! You don't have to call a doctor."

"You sure?" Davon frowned. "You look really unwell."

"I'm fine. I'll just have some hot water and get some rest." Violla rested her face in the man's hand as her voice turned gentle. "It's already three in the morning. Don't get Dr. Immaculate to come over."

'All I want is to get some rest. I don't want to have to deal with anything else.' Besides, the fact that he cared about her was more than enough to make her feel all warm and fuzzy.

"Alright," Davon responded as he hung up before typing something into his phone.

"What are you up to?" Violla glanced over with curiosity and was instantly taken aback.

'He's searching up on how to boil water!'

Soon, the man got up and tried to follow the instructions on his phone. After pouring some water into the electric kettle, he placed the kettle on the base plate and pressed the button. Then, he stood next to it, watching the water boil.

"What are you doing?" Violla nearly burst into laughter. "You actually don't even know how to boil water?"

"Shut it!" Davon glared daggers at her. He refused to let anyone laugh at him over anything and was determined to nail even a simple task such as boiling water.

'Yup, nailed it.'

Seeing how serious he looked, Violla couldn't help but cover her mouth and let out a chuckle.She had never noticed such an adorable side to him.

'They always say men look the most handsome when they're serious, but this guy isn't just handsome; he's so cute! I can practically feel my heart melting!'

Suddenly recalling something, Davon turned to his phone once again.

"Hi, Siri," he called out, evidently not bothering to type on the keyboard.

"What can I do for you?"

"What should I do if a woman has menstrual cramps?"

"Here's some information that might help," Siri replied.

After reading earnestly, Davon requested for the hotel to send over some brown sugar and ginger slices.

It didn't take long for room service to deliver the items. Following the ratio listed in the article, Davon carefully poured the right amount of brown sugar and ginger slices into the boiling water.

Ten minutes later, he brought a glass of hot ginger tea over and placed it on the bedside table. "Let it cool for five minutes before drinking it. I'll go wash my hands."

He did everything so seriously as though he was taking care of something of utmost importance.

Staring at his back, Violla couldn't help but feel moved. Her heart felt so warm right then.

'Seriously, I've been moved by this devil.'

Never had she known that the man would have such a gentle side to him.

'Just a second ago, he lost his temper at me before buying me some pads.

Then, he was so annoyed at me before boiling me some ginger tea and taking such good care of me.'

Perhaps, these little things weren't unusual if they came from an ordinary man.

But this was Davon—a smug, arrogant man who had never entered a convenience store or used an electric kettle.

Yet, for her sake, he was now slowly learning how to care for others.

He's so different from usual.

So different…

After walking out of the bathroom, Davon helped Violla sit up and placed a pillow behind her back. Then, he gazed at his watch. "Fifty-five seconds."

"Huh? Fifty-five seconds to what?" Violla asked curiously.

"Fifty-five seconds to five minutes," Davon replied, continuing to stare at his watch. "Forty-four seconds left. You can only drink it when time is up."