CHAPTER 65: CHAPTER 65: JENSON FORREST, I HATE YOU NOW

SQUEAK!

As Timothy Cohen was trembling in fear, a chair scraped harshly against the floor, cutting through the silence of the office with a sharp and terrifying sound.

Timothy wished he could bury his head in his chest. In his peripheral vision, Jenson Forrest, radiating a chilling aura, was already striding toward the door. Timothy hurried to follow, only to nearly have his nose flattened by the door as it was slammed shut. For the sake of his own life, he wisely decided not to follow.

「Downstairs in the café.」

Zinnia Lawrence’s lawyer had already fled upon learning that the other party was Jenson Forrest. Unable to hold him back, Zinnia could only wait there alone. She checked the time; she had an appointment at the dance studio and needed to get there to practice soon.

Perhaps this time, I’ll be able to get the divorce agreement signed by Jenson smoothly?

As she was contemplating this, she felt a powerful gaze lock onto her, so intense it felt tangible. When she raised her eyes, the man was already striding toward her, carrying a cold draft with him.

"You... ah! What are you doing?"

Jenson grabbed Zinnia’s wrist, yanking her up from her seat and dragging her outside. Even his back radiated a cold fury, his steps fast and urgent. At 168 cm, Zinnia was much shorter than him and was pulled into a stumble, her thigh banging against the corner of a nearby table. Wincing in pain, she frowned and struggled. "Jenson, let go!"

The man paid her no mind, pulling her out of the café and directly into the elevator, descending to the underground parking garage. It was the middle of the workday, so the garage was completely deserted. Intimidated by his overpowering and frigid aura, Zinnia’s struggles grew more desperate.

"It hurts! Can’t you just say whatever it is you have to say?"

Jenson finally stopped, but in the next second, he spun around and shoved the divorce agreement into Zinnia’s chest. Zinnia frantically clutched the agreement, only for Jenson to sweep her up into his arms. He took two more swift steps, opened the car door, and shoved her inside.

Zinnia kicked her legs, trying to jump out, refusing to cooperate in the slightest. "What on earth are you doing? I have things to do, you..."

Before she could finish, there was a click as Jenson fastened her seatbelt, followed by a bang as he slammed the car door shut. Zinnia was livid, but then a thought crossed her mind.

Could it be that Jenson is eager to take me to the civil affairs bureau?

Ceasing her struggles, she quickly flipped to the last page of the divorce agreement. But there, only her own signature remained. Jenson still hadn’t signed. Her anger instantly flared. The moment Jenson got into the car, she furiously questioned him.

"What is the meaning of this? You’re the one who said you’d agree to the divorce as long as I repaid the Forrest Family thirty million. I’ve already agreed to your terms, so why won’t you sign?"

In the agreement, she had added a clause stating that the wife would leave the marriage with nothing and compensate the husband with thirty million for their two years of loveless marriage.

I really can’t understand what he’s still dissatisfied with! Zinnia felt like he was driving her insane.

Jenson’s cold eyes were filled with mockery. "Zinnia, you’ve really got some nerve. Who are you planning to get that thirty million from?"

She was just a twenty-two-year-old girl who hadn’t held a proper job since graduation. Could she really come up with thirty million from those two pathetic part-time jobs of hers? He had made the demand, certain she couldn’t meet it, and never imagined the woman would actually agree.

"It’s none of your business where I get it from! Since I’ve written it into the agreement, I won’t go back on my word. Just sign it!" Zinnia remembered being carried out by Jenson the night before and dumped barefoot on the main road. Thinking about how his people had hurt Yara Fairchild, she couldn’t bear it for another day.

Besides, she was going to meet Master Lise in a couple of days. She had to resolve the divorce quickly and prepare to go abroad. If this dragged on any longer, she wouldn’t be able to hide her pregnancy.

She leaned over, trying to stuff the divorce agreement into Jenson’s hands while opening the glove compartment to look for a pen. However, Jenson grabbed her wrist and pulled forcefully. Zinnia tumbled into his arms, the seatbelt tightening across her chest until she could barely breathe.

"Heh, thirty million is no small sum. What are you going to do, sell yourself? I’d rather not be made a cuckold before we’re even divorced!"

Her face deathly pale, Zinnia looked up, her eyes glaring and bloodshot.

Is that what he thinks of me? That I’m worthless, only good for selling myself?

"Jenson, you bastard!" she yelled, her voice trembling.

Jenson, however, merely pinched her chin, his cold eyes narrowing dangerously as a mocking smirk played on his lips. "Are you planning to ask that sanctimonious senior of yours? Or that snot-nosed kid who hasn’t even finished puberty? Or... Old Five? Or are you planning on hitting up all three of them?"

"Shut up!"

Zinnia couldn’t listen anymore. She raised her hand to strike him, but Jenson caught her by the wrist. Unable to land a slap, she began to struggle and claw at him. Tears streamed down her face.

Is it because of what happened that night four years ago? Does he really think I’m the kind of woman who would drug a man and sleep with him so carelessly?

Zinnia’s nails raked across Jenson’s neck, leaving two angry red marks that quickly began to well up with pinpricks of blood, bringing with them a stinging pain. Frowning, he clicked open the passenger seatbelt buckle. He grabbed her by the waist and hauled her over.

Zinnia was forced to straddle Jenson’s lap, her hands pinned behind her as her back pressed against the steering wheel. In the cramped driver’s seat, both of them were left panting from the struggle.

"Zinnia, you’ve got some nerve now, don’t you? Daring to raise a hand to me, is that it?"

Hostility flickered in Jenson’s eyes. Zinnia’s chest heaved, her breasts rubbing against his cold, hard torso. Humiliated and furious, she wrenched her head to the side, refusing to look at him.

I can’t believe I’d actually raise my hand against him one day. He doesn’t know... he’s my faith, my entire world. I’d rather be bruised all over than let even a breeze touch him. But he forced me to do this.

Her expression was stubborn, her eyes rimmed with red. "Jenson, I hate you... mmph!"

Before Zinnia could finish, he forcefully turned her face toward him, his mouth crushing down on hers, silencing her unfinished words. His kiss was fierce and punishing, devoid of any tenderness. It was a kiss of raw, naked possession. Zinnia’s lips and tongue immediately grew sore and numb from his assault. She clamped down with her teeth, forcing him to pull back.

Zinnia had barely gasped for breath before he grabbed the back of her head and attacked again. She tried to bite him several more times but was too exhausted to succeed. Instead, she was left dazed by his kiss, her eyes misty, her lips swollen, and her hair a mess, looking as if she had been thoroughly ravaged in the car.

Jenson leaned back against the seat. Although his shirt was also in disarray, his cold gaze was lowered, the light in his eyes chilling. He appeared far more composed and severe. Aggrieved and humiliated, Zinnia trembled with rage.

Just then, the car window was tapped twice from the outside.

Zinnia froze, not daring to move. She instinctively pulled her tousled hair over her face.

Unlike him, I have some dignity.

"Jenson, is that you in there?"

When the person outside got no response, they tried the door handle and asked again.