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“What’s wrong? You hate to leave the island?” His low voice rang in her ears.
Madison had to be very careful with her words. The last thing she wished for was to anger him because of a slip of the tongue.
She shook her head, not knowing how to respond to that.
Telling him the truth would make him angry. On the other hand, he would see through her if she lied.
Her fear of Hunter made her blood surge. She didn’t know what was the right response.
It seemed like Hunter was aware of that.
She would flinch when he leaned closer toward her. Like a frightened cat, she watched him with alert eyes.
He pulled the jumpy Madison into his arms. She didn’t dare to defy his actions.
Therefore, she nestled against his chest, listening to his steady heartbeat.
She shrunk herself as she couldn’t read his mind. She wasn’t sure how he would torture her the next moment.
The helicopter landed at the apron in Williams residence.
Madison was on tenterhooks. Even her legs were wobbling when she alighted from the helicopter.
Hunter was looking at her. She was like a stray cat that had grown cautious of humans after getting tortured.
His gaze alone was enough to fetter her with fear.
Hunter clearly wasn’t doing anything. Yet, her body shuddered when he glanced at her.
Madison was finally back, but she was more timid and sensitive than before.
She would read his expression carefully and watch her words.
Her attitude evoked frustration in him.
She stared at his back, sensing his anger. She didn’t know why he was livid because she neither did nor said anything.
Madison secretly caressed the pocket that contained the gun, hoping that she wouldn’t have to use it one day.
As soon as they entered the house, Madam Burgess took Connor elsewhere to play.
Madison followed Hunter upstairs. The moment she entered a room, the door was closed.
The lights weren’t turned on. A ray of sunlight passed through the opening from the drawn curtains.
She could see the dust dancing under the glow of light, as well as Hunter’s gulping throat.
Darkness shrouded his face, so she couldn’t read his expression.
On the other hand, the sunlight was cast upon her lips and neck.
He caressed her lips, transferring the warmth from his coarse fingertip.
She didn’t know what kind of trick he had in mind.
Right when she was going to say something, his finger traced downward to her delicate collarbones.
Hunter’s breathing became heavier. She couldn’t guess what he was up to at all.
When she was going to say something, he finally moved.
He bent over, exposing his face to the sun for a brief second before he kissed her.
Madison widened her eyes.
For the past few days, she had been guessing how Hunter would torture her.
But…
Never in her wildest dream had she imagined it to end up this way.
Like a dehydrated man in the desert who finally found water, he carefully savored her lips as if he was afraid of losing them.
Her heart raced.
Although the sunlight was shining on his face, his eyes were shut. She couldn’t read his mind.
It had been a long time since Madison received such gentle treatment from him.
While she was in a daze, Hunter suddenly bit her lip.
The tingling pain pulled her senses back.
He asked coldly, “Are you thinking of him again?”
Unbeknownst to him, he was all she could think of. She wasn’t in the state of mind to think about others.
She replied with a deadpan face, “No. How many times do I have to tell you? We’re just friends.”
He scoffed coldly.
Obviously, he was seeing her as his wife who cheated on him. He wouldn’t believe anything she said.
Not only that, he was getting aggressive. He caressed Madison’s face. “Did he touch you?”
She widened her eyes, not expecting that question from him.
“No. You’d better not cross the line.” Her tone turned icier.
His words made her heart ache. His question was like rubbing salt on her wounds.
The ache in her heart eclipsed the pain of her wounds.
“He touched your hands.” Hunter intertwined her fingers obsessively.
Madison’s lips parted, but no words escaped through her lips.
She did not know how to explain her stance.
All she could do was rein her emotions to not agitate him.
However, her concession was a provocation to him.
He suddenly carried her to the bathroom, prompting her to clutch his shirt.
Unpleasant memories began flooding her head as her body trembled.
“Is he gonna go mad again?” she wondered.
Hunter placed her lightly into the bathtub, saying gently, “Don’t be afraid. I’ll wash you up.”
“Not this again!” she thought.
The thought of dipping herself in cold water made her shake her head in denial. “Hunter, don’t do this to me. Please.”
The shower was turned on, and the steam filled the bathroom.
Fortunately, it was warm water.
Hunter began taking her clothes off until she was left in her undergarments.
They had done something more intimate before. It had been two years since he last touched Madison.
After experiencing all kinds of incidents, she had mixed feelings for him.
Love, resentment, anger and other emotions jumbled into a ball within her.
His touch disgusted her more.
“Don’t touch me!” She hugged her chest, repelled by his touch.
With dark eyes, Hunter stared at the woman hugging her knees in the bathtub.
She curled into a ball with teary eyes that expressed evident repulsion.
He sneered. “What’s wrong? You don’t want me to touch you?”
Madison could sense his aura turning dangerous. His eyes were devoid of warmth.
It seemed like he had a serious misunderstanding about her.
She watched him stand up wordlessly. With mockery written all over his face, he was going to leave.
Madison was confident that Hunter was going to do something; not to her, but to the people around her.
Quickly, she grabbed his wrist.
Hunter stopped in his tracks and looked at Madison silently.
There was only the sound of water splashing from the shower.
As tense as the air was, the grasp around his wrist was tight.
“Don’t go,” she lied because that was the only thing she could say.
Hunter pinched her chin and commented indifferently, “You’re still pleading for him.”
Madison felt like she was talking to a wall. No matter what she said, there was only one thing that mattered to him–that she had betrayed and cheated on him.
“You’re the one who betrayed me!” she thought.
Frustration was gnawing at her, but she sighed when she thought about Tom and Jerry.
Standing up in the bathtub, she hugged Hunter without giving a care about her wet body.
The water droplets slowly damped his white shirt, but he didn’t push her away.
She wrapped her arms around him carefully. The moment her lips pecked his neck, his body became tense.
“Hunter, I didn’t betray you.” Her quivering voice was soft. It was teeming with sorrow and grievance.
He reciprocated the embrace and crashed her lips with his.