CHAPTER 143: CHAPTER 143: SHE IS ALREADY TAINTED, UNFORGIVABLE

"Andy Lockwood, what are you trying to do?" Stella Grant was extremely scared at this moment, raising her hand to slap his handsome face.

Andy Lockwood angrily yanked off his tie, forcefully binding her hands.

Then he buried his head again, sucking hard on her fair neck a few times, leaving several glaring red marks.

Stella Grant’s eyes were red, and her voice trembled, "Andy Lockwood! Is your so-called love just possession?"

He ignored her, but his eyes were overflowing with a crazed obsession.

With a tear, her dress was ripped in one place, and a pink diamond ring caught his eye, stabbing at him.

He yanked it off forcefully and threw it aside.

"Andy Lockwood, let me go, otherwise I’ll hate you!" She spat out harsh words, further provoking his nerves.

Andy Lockwood was clearly insane, caring about nothing at the moment, just wanting to vent his anger.

"Senior brother, don’t do this!" Stella Grant suddenly cried out, "Senior brother, I’m scared! Senior brother, sobbing..."

These pitiful cries for her senior brother made his heart tighten.

No doubt, his reason was pulled back.

The girl he once treasured in the palm of his hand was now crying with tears streaming down her face.

His heart had already been destroyed by her tears!

"I’m sorry," he slowly stood up, spoke coldly, and walked out.

The door closed once again.

After a while, a waiter knocked and came in, silently cleaning up the mess on the floor, and brought in a new set of snacks and hot porridge, along with new clothes.

That night, Stella Grant barely closed her eyes, afraid that Andy Lockwood would suddenly burst in again.

On the other side, Aiden Fordham was also worried all night.

His people almost turned the entire Mardale upside down, yet they still couldn’t find a trace of Stella Grant.

The bodyguards reported "still not found" again and again, and he couldn’t help but fly into a rage, his eyes bloodshot as he commanded them to continue searching!

At this moment, he was like a lost, violent demon, exuding an aura of destruction that warned people to keep their distance.

Zane Zimmerman also sent back a message, saying that all hidden villa areas had been checked, with no suspicious people or vehicle entry records.

Aiden Fordham was almost going crazy.

He just felt a heat in his nose, and dark red liquid flowed uncontrollably.

He wiped it casually with the back of his hand, as if he didn’t see it.

Keegan Lindsey, seeing his exhausted appearance, hurriedly ran forward, "President Fordham, Madam is blessed with good fortune, she will be fine. You don’t need to worry too much, it’s better to take care of your health first."

He was afraid he would have another accident.

But Aiden Fordham ignored him, stepping out with heavy yet upright steps, hoarsely instructing the driver, "Drive! Keep looking!"

Without her, his whole world was on the verge of collapsing.

At dawn the next day,

Stella Grant was startled awake by the blinding light from outside the window.

She jolted, not knowing when she had fallen asleep.

She quickly changed into clean clothes, retrieved the necklace, and opened the door.

The bodyguards at the door did not stop her, instead, they directly took her onto a speedboat heading for the shore.

Stella Grant watched as she got closer to the shore, and only then did her heart calm down a little.

Andy Lockwood stood alone at the bow of the large ship, the sea breeze lifting the corners of his clothes. He stood motionless like a statue, silently watching her drift further away...

A man, who looked like an assistant beside him, asked in a low voice, "President Lockwood, do you not plan to take Miss Grant away? Letting her go back like this?"

The corners of Andy Lockwood’s mouth lifted into a chilling arc, his eyes flickering with a demonic light.

"Suddenly, I feel," he slowly spoke, his voice calm yet carrying a hint of cruel pleasure, "that eradicating a person by first destroying their heart is far more interesting than simply destroying their body."

The assistant seemed puzzled, "But once Miss Grant returns to Aiden Fordham, it might not be so easy for us to take her out again."

Andy Lockwood chuckled softly, his tone brimming with confidence and schemes.

"Don’t worry."

"She will come back to find me on her own!"

Stella Grant had just arrived at the harbor when Aiden Fordham’s people found her and directly sent her back to the villa.

Upon hearing the sound of the car, Aiden Fordham rushed out of the door.

At a glance, he saw Stella Grant getting out of the car.

He swiftly stepped forward, wrapping her tightly in his arms with such force, it was as if he wanted to crush her.

"I’m sorry, I’m sorry..." He murmured over and over, "I didn’t protect you well and lost you again."

His eyes were bloodshot, and his tall frame trembled slightly with emotion.

Stella Grant’s tears "whooshed" down, and her arms tightly embraced him, her fingertips turning white with force.

Suddenly, Aiden Fordham pulled her slightly apart.

His anxious eyes scrutinized her, "Are you hurt anywhere? Are you uncomfortable anywhere?"

"No." She shook her head gently, filled with grievance.

Suddenly, his gaze locked onto something.

Seeing her chapped lips and those glaring red marks on her neck, his pupils suddenly contracted.

This is?

Her clothes had also been changed.

On her wrist were clearly visible red marks left from binding.

These marks...

The anger in his heart surged up in an instant, almost burning away his sanity.

The hidden demonic aura in his eyes slowly unleashed, and he was nearly... out of control.

He struggled to suppress it, his voice squeezed out from between his teeth, "Did he touch you?"

Stella Grant’s whole body tensed, her eyes a bit evasive, she quickly shook her head.

"No, he didn’t touch me!"

Aiden Fordham didn’t believe it.

The venom of jealousy had already spread throughout his body.

Yesterday.

Yesterday was their wedding day!

But she was with another man...

"Stella Grant!"

He growled, clutching her wrist with such force that it made her wince.

"Did he kiss you? Are the marks on your neck his doing?"

His voice was like shards of ice, with each word piercing Stella Grant’s heart.

Stella Grant opened her mouth but couldn’t utter a single word.

This silence, to Aiden Fordham, was taken as tacit consent.

"Bang!" The anger in his heart erupted completely, suffocating him.

All gentlemanly demeanor, all calm composure, could go to hell!

He suddenly grabbed her hand, striding towards the swimming pool behind the villa.

"President Fordham!"

Keegan Lindsey sensed the imminent trouble and quickly ran over, his voice tinged with urgency.

"President Fordham, the weather is chilly today, and it looks like it’s about to pour; please let Madam go indoors first, and talk things out calmly!"

"What are you doing?" Stella Grant was terrified by his menacing expression and struggled desperately.

"Aiden Fordham, let me go! You’re hurting me!"

Aiden Fordham was now like a powder keg, unable to hear anyone, his eyes bloodshot!

At the poolside, he flung his arm forcefully.

"Splash!"

Stella Grant was thrown into the icy pool water harshly; it was early winter, and the water was bone-chillingly cold.

He stood by the pool, looking down at her struggling in the water, his gaze devoid of warmth.

"Wash yourself clean!"

His words were like poisonous, ice-cold blades.

"Ah!"

Stella Grant was terrified to death, flailing about in the pool.

"Help... help... ah... cough... help!"

The icy pool water rushed into her nose and mouth, overwhelming her with fear.

"President Fordham! Madam... she can’t swim! And with the water this cold, something bad could happen!"

Keegan Lindsey was in a panic, about to dive in to rescue her.

Aiden Fordham glanced at him coldly.

"No one goes in, let her clean herself."

In his eyes, she was already dirty.

She was already dirty!

"Ah, help... help..." The terrified voice resounded again.

Keegan Lindsey was anxiously pacing by the pool, watching Stella Grant sink deeper and deeper, swallowing several mouthfuls of water, her strength waning.

By now, it was completely dark, clouds gathered thickly overhead, the wind howled carrying leaves, and rain as large as beans was on the brink of falling.

"President Fordham! Quickly save Madam! If you don’t, she’ll truly be in danger!" Keegan Lindsey’s voice trembled, as he prepared to jump in.

Aiden Fordham’s tense body finally moved.

He leapt into the freezing pool, extending his arm to fish the near-unconscious Stella Grant from the water, holding her tightly.

Stella Grant was brought ashore by him, latching onto his shoulder, coughing intensely, her body shaking uncontrollably.

Even then, Aiden Fordham exuded a terrifying chill.

His gaze, his expression, accused her as though she had committed some atrocious act the previous night.

At the thought of her and Andy Lockwood...

Jealousy was like numerous barbed whip lashes, savagely beating his heart.

Causing rage, causing pain, driving him nearly insane.

Without a word, he carried her quickly upstairs, gently laying her on the soft bed.

As soon as Stella Grant touched the bed, she sat up abruptly.

She looked at the man before her, her gaze filled with penetrating coldness and disappointment.

Suddenly, she raised her hand.

"Slap! Slap! Slap!"

Three consecutive slaps, crisp and loud, landed fiercely on Aiden Fordham’s handsome face.

Each slap used up all her strength.

Aiden Fordham’s head turned from the blows, his face burning with pain.

She wasn’t satisfied yet, reaching out intending to slap again.

But he firmly grasped her wrist, rendering her motionless.

"Aiden Fordham, you bastard, bastard, bastard." She shouted, using her other hand to pound heavily on his solid chest.

Endless grievances surged in her heart, tears flowing freely.

Aiden Fordham’s gaze softened, his heart aching, almost scorched by her tears.

He pulled her forcefully into his arms, wanting to console her properly.

He had lost his head in anger earlier.

Stella Grant pushed him away, her tone laced with anger, "Get out of here!"

She pointed at the door, her voice hoarse, yet with an unyielding finality.

The last bit of softness in Aiden Fordham’s eyes shattered on the floor.

He gave her a deep look, then turned and walked out without a word.

This woman, coming back after cheating, dare be so audacious?

Absolutely unforgivable!

Stella Grant watched his departing figure, feeling as if all her strength had been drained.

She wobbled unsteadily into the bathroom, turning on the shower, letting the warm water cascade from her head, washing away her cold body.

She slowly raised her head, closing her eyes.

Water droplets slid down her cheeks, indistinguishable from tears.

At this moment, the sky had already opened up to a torrential downpour, enveloping everything in dark clouds, with lightning and thunder branching out across the sky.

The storm poured down, pattering loudly against the windows, with the lilies in the garden battered and scattered by the onslaught.

Stella Grant lay on the bed, gradually falling asleep.

Uncertain of how much time had passed, Keegan Lindsey’s heavy knocking sounded on the door,

"Madam, are you there? President Fordham has fainted, he’s coughing up blood, please come out, help!"

He knocked fervently, shouting urgently, unable to hold back any longer.

Today, he must tell Madam that President Fordham...