CHAPTER 582: CHAPTER 605: AS LONG AS SHE DOESN’T CRY, ANYTHING GOES

Before she could finish her endless speech, Dorian Howards had already picked her up, carried her to the sofa, and sat down, placing her on his lap. One hand pressed against her back to prevent her from struggling, while the other hand lifted and slapped her buttocks hard.

Alice Conley was dumbfounded. Come on, what kind of situation is this?!

How old is she, and she’s actually being... spanked here? Is she dreaming?!

But the reality was that she wasn’t dreaming at all. The pain from her buttocks spread along her nerves, constantly expanding.

And yet, as she struggled, Dorian wouldn’t let her go. He just held her down, not letting her move, while his other hand continued to spank her little rear end.

"Dorian Howards, what right do you have to hit me!" Alice shouted, only hating her small arms and legs, no match for someone who often hits the gym. If she had known she’d face such humiliation today, she wouldn’t have relaxed her high standards and strict requirements for her physical fitness!

"Because you have no heart." Dorian said coldly.

"I... how am I heartless?" She protested.

"Do you still have a heart? Haven’t I been good enough to you? Haven’t I indulged you enough, pleased you enough? I’m almost close to moving into your home as a live-in son-in-law. And you, how do you repay me?" This heartless little girl, so carefree, it made him grind his teeth in anger. Sometimes her eyes would show feelings for him, but in a blink, she would act like nothing ever happened.

Alice was frustrated and in pain, "I never asked you to be a live-in son-in-law. I never asked you to be good to me, indulge me, or please me!"

"Alright then, it’s all my own doing, right?" He was extremely angry, wondering if all his previous efforts seemed insignificant to her. Didn’t she feel moved at all?

In his anger, his strikes became heavier.

Alice was in real pain now! With the advancement of society and the improvement of people’s living standards, even if her family was just middle-class, she was raised with delicate and tender skin.

Once hit, naturally, the pain became even more intolerable.

"It’s my own doing, alright? I blame myself for not being insightful, for confessing to you back then, for choosing you as my boyfriend. Boohoo..." Alice cried her heart out, tears the size of beans streaming down, even howling.

In short, Alice took this opportunity to vent all the grievances and helplessness pent up inside her.

So, after a moment, the person who was originally angry seemed to feel guilty, while the person who got hit became incredibly justified.

Dorian stopped his hand, no longer hitting her. The sight of her crying was truly unbearable, lacking any aesthetic, with tears and snot flowing together. Yet, that expression, that pitiful and miserable little face, made his heart twist as if he had committed the greatest crime, feeling like even death wouldn’t be enough to redeem himself.

Dorian pulled a tissue from the coffee table nearby to wipe Alice’s tears and snot, "Alright, alright, stop crying."

"I’m going to cry, I’m going to cry!" She was like a child, still stubborn, rubbing her tears all over his body.

Dorian sighed, feeling that the clothes he was wearing were pretty much ruined, but... well, as long as she didn’t cry, anything was fine.