CHAPTER 213: CHAPTER 213: MAKING HER LIMP ON THE WEDDING BED

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To tell the truth, Chloe Simpson watched Lucas Hughes kneeling on the ground like this, and her heart almost stopped beating.

In her ears, echoing back and forth without end, were Lucas’s words: Nothing is more important than her.

Five years of memories, all the little fragments between her and Lucas Hughes in the past, at this moment, were playing before her eyes, like a movie—scene after scene, unceasing.

She looked at Lucas’s bloodshot eyes and could no longer bring herself to say a single word of refusal.

"Lucas, can you get up first? The ground is cold."

Finally, Chloe’s lips parted and pressed together several times before she managed to say just this one sentence.

"No, Chloe, I told you, as long as you don’t agree to my request, I’ll keep kneeling here and won’t get up."

Hearing Chloe’s words about the ground being cold, Lucas became even more certain that Chloe would eventually agree to him.

After all those years together, Lucas knew better than anyone how soft-hearted Chloe was.

Since she had already started showing concern for him, the next step would undoubtedly lead her to agree.

And Chloe, still thinking Lucas was deeply devoted to her, ultimately nodded in agreement.

"I knew it, Chloe, I knew you loved me. I never truly believed that you would divorce me or anything like that. Even if I signed the divorce papers, once the one-month cooling-off period passes, I wouldn’t go to the Civil Affairs Bureau to finalize our divorce."

"Chloe, I told you from the beginning, since I took your hand, I’ve vowed never to let go for the rest of my life—unless I die."

Lucas intensified his act.

"You fool, why are you so foolish? What do I even have that’s worth you doing this?"

Chloe could no longer hold back; her face was instantly covered in tears.

"Of course you’re worth it. In my eyes, you’re the best man in the whole world."

Lucas tightly embraced Chloe, but behind her back where she couldn’t see, a smug smile spread across his face, his narrow eyes brimming with malice.

Honestly, he suddenly felt a twinge of reluctance to let go of Chloe, this woman.

After all, she was so naïve, so easy to manipulate.

Just a few casual words, and she would be spun around utterly clueless.

Probably nowhere else in the world existed a woman as foolish as her.

And beyond that, she was a walking money tree.

Having such a woman by his side meant he could play around outside as much as he wanted. Even if he got caught, a few words would be enough to soothe her.

A stable home while indulging recklessly outside—it couldn’t be more satisfying.

Too bad she’d already been sent over to Alexander Johnson’s bed, no longer pure!

If she’d remained untouched from the beginning, completely clean, he might have even reconsidered.

Forget it, for now, just like this. He’d coax this woman back home first and implement his plan afterward.

The Wilson Family’s eldest daughter had offered such generous terms; of course, he needed to do this properly.

This time, he had to capture high-definition video.

A good bit of watching, a proper dose of satisfaction to cure his ailment.

Oh yes, it would be best if it happened on their marital bed—this way, it would be even more exhilarating.

Seeing such footage, perhaps his "little issue" would be immediately cured!

Lucas smugly entertained these thoughts in his heart while Chloe remained utterly in the dark about everything.

For the next few days, Chloe became completely lost amid Lucas’s sweet words and poisoned honey.

She even thought she might be the happiest woman in the whole world.

A week passed like this, and when Lucas saw that Chloe had fully let down her guard, he called Selene Wilson.

"Miss Wilson, I’ve already prepared Chloe on this end. The next step is up to you. I’ll make arrangements for Chloe to take Flibanserin and ensure she’s incapacitated on our marital bed."