CHAPTER 19: CHAPTER 19 CANDID COMMUNICATION

Lucas Hughes was already excited to a certain extent, his grip becoming stronger and stronger, the more he kneaded, the more stimulated he felt, unconsciously using all the strength in his entire body.

This time, Chloe Simpson really couldn’t withstand it.

It hurt, it was uncomfortable, and her chest was almost deformed from the kneading.

She was nearly suffocating.

"Ah! Honey! Please... I’m begging you! Stop! Boo hoo! Ah! It hurts! It hurts so much!"

Chloe screamed like a madwoman, her entire body trembling uncontrollably.

At the same time, Chloe’s sharp cries also startled Beckett Lee, who was sent by Alexander Johnson, the opposite neighbor.

"Young Mister Johnson, it’s not good, it seems like Miss Simpson is in trouble. I had just washed up and was about to sleep when I heard Miss Simpson’s loud screams from next door."

Seeing the situation, Beckett Lee quickly called Alexander Johnson.

"What?"

Alexander had also just finished washing up and was about to rest when he received the call, immediately heading out.

"Go see what’s happening? I’ll be there soon."

He didn’t even have time to change out of his pajamas, throwing on a jacket and rushing towards Chloe’s apartment complex.

Meanwhile, Beckett Lee hung up the phone and went to knock on Chloe’s door.

"Hello? Is anyone there?"

He shouted particularly loudly, knocking with such force, fearing that Lucas Hughes wouldn’t hear him.

Even though Lucas was drunk, he still reacted to the loud "bang bang bang" knocking sound.

His first thought was that something was wrong, so he got up and ran out of the bedroom towards the door.

"A thief just broke into my house, seems like he jumped into your house from the balcony, quickly go check." As soon as the door opened, Beckett Lee blurted out.

"What?"

Lucas Hughes, upon hearing this, didn’t even bother closing the door and hurriedly ran towards the balcony.

Seeing this, Beckett Lee took the opportunity to dash into the room, "Could he have already run into the room?"

When he received the order from Alexander Johnson to stay opposite Chloe, he had already figured out the layout of the entire floor.

Beckett Lee lifted his foot and rushed directly into the master bedroom to check on Chloe’s situation.

Lucas hadn’t even had time to stop him before Beckett Lee rushed in.

He saw Chloe disheveled and curled up at the head of the bed, and immediately said, "See, he got into the bedroom and scared your wife like this."

"How could you just barge into someone’s bedroom without a word..."

Lucas, following behind, was full of anxiety. But hearing Beckett Lee say this, he seized the opportunity to go along with it.

"Wife, are you alright? Did the thief really come in? Were you frightened?"

"..."

Chloe was still engulfed in fear of Lucas, and seeing him shifting his demeanor so quickly, she instinctively shook her head.

"As long as you’re okay, it seems to have been a misunderstanding, I’m sorry for disturbing you."

Seeing that Chloe was safe and hadn’t suffered any serious injuries, Beckett Lee was relieved.

After offering some apologies, he turned around and left.

"Really baffling." Lucas watched Beckett Lee leave, unable to resist complaining.

However, after this commotion, Lucas sobered up entirely.

"Chloe, I’m sorry, I really was wrong just now, did I scare you?"

He quickly went over to apologize to Chloe.

"Don’t come over, go away!"

Chloe was still full of fear, trembling.

Even now, her upper body was still burning with pain.

It was all from Lucas ripping her clothes.

"I’m sorry, Chloe. I was drunk just now and not in my right mind. I’m sorry, please forgive me, okay?"

Lucas continued to lower his stance, holding Chloe’s hand and apologizing non-stop.

"... Lucas Hughes, domestic violence only happens zero times or countless times."

Chloe’s eyes were red, staring at Lucas for a long time, only uttering this one sentence.

In the five years they had been together, Lucas knew Chloe very well.

Chloe had told him time and again about domestic violence, and he knew how much she loathed it.

He knew this time he had truly touched the deepest part of Chloe’s fear.

"It’s not like that, Chloe, what just happened was not domestic violence, I was just drunk."

Lucas knew the seriousness of the situation and knew how to coax Chloe, he let go of Chloe’s hand and knelt down on the ground with a thud.

"I shouldn’t have laid hands on you, Chloe. But I was truly suffering, I couldn’t help myself. Imagine, for a man to be cuckolded on his wedding night."

"And then to have his own wife entangled with other men, these are things that no man can tolerate."

"Even if I know you didn’t mean it, on the wedding night you were only drunk. Last night wasn’t your intention either, but since it happened, I feel miserable. That’s why when I got drunk, I couldn’t resist and..."

"Chloe, do you know how painful I’ve been during this time? Since we got back from the cruise, almost every night I dream about you with another man, intertwined naked."

"And I could only watch without being able to do anything. Every time in the dream, I was filled with hatred, wishing I could kill that man."

"But waking up I realized it was just a dream, there’s nothing I could do. So, I tried my hardest to adjust internally, and just when I made a bit of progress, the incident with Alexander Johnson happened..."

"Tell me how can I not go crazy... Five years, Chloe, we’ve been together for five whole years, I really love you, that’s why I wanted to save our first time for the wedding night. But now... Ah!"

As he spoke, he continuously slapped himself, but his words were all directed at Chloe’s vulnerabilities, using the incident with Alexander Johnson as an excuse.

There’s no denying that Lucas has truly proven himself as a doctoral student.

First leveraging emotions, using reason, then using Chloe’s mistakes to justify himself, and finally manipulating with emotions.

In the end, Lucas succeeded as he wished.

Listening to his words, watching Lucas knelt there, clutching his hair in so much pain, Chloe’s heart softened.

"Lucas, I’m sorry, it’s all my fault. Blame me, not you, please don’t be like this, okay?"

Chloe crawled from the head of the bed to the edge, and threw her arms around Lucas.

"Chloe, how can fate be so cruel to us? Clearly, we love each other so much, yet fate has to toy with us like this."

Holding Chloe, Lucas burst into tears.

"Enough, enough, Lucas, let’s let this all be behind us, okay?"

They say men do not cry easily, seeing Lucas cry moved Chloe to tears.

"Okay, Chloe, tonight let’s have no more barriers between us, let’s be completely open and together, okay?"

Seeing that the situation was completely resolved, Lucas went back to his original little scheme.

He wanted to play with Chloe, and tonight, no matter what, he would play with her!

"... okay."