CHAPTER 252: CHAPTER 252: SHE’S MINE

Serena was gasping heavily, staring at his frenzied appearance, feeling a deep sadness.

He was the one who wanted the divorce in the first place.

Yet now, the one forcibly restraining her and not letting her leave, is also him.

"Tell me! Where did he touch you?" Julian Lawson shouted hysterically.

It seemed as if he wanted to devour her whole.

Serena didn’t know how to respond.

Was she really supposed to tell him about what happened between her and Silas Hawthorne?

Why should she?

They had long stopped being involved with one another.

But Julian Lawson grew even angrier.

"Did you two do it?" he asked, but Serena didn’t want to look at him anymore, only wanting to get up and leave quickly.

But clearly, she couldn’t.

In fact, Julian was becoming even more deranged.

"Here?" His fingers brushed her lips, "I saw you two kiss."

His voice was filled with sorrow.

Serena avoided his hand, but he wouldn’t allow her to dodge.

His fingers brushed against her neck and fell onto her collarbone.

"Here then?" His voice was filled with sadness.

"Julian, stop it!" Serena suddenly realized something, a bad feeling rising in her heart, filled with panic.

But all she received was Julian’s sorrowful laughter.

His hand moved down, reaching her neckline: "Here then?"

"Don’t touch me!" Serena was anxious, twisting her body violently, trying to avoid his touch, wanting to lift both hands to push him away.

Yet, in the next moment, her hands, tied with his tie, were pressed down again.

He even pushed her upward, then grabbed the other end of the tie, binding Serena’s tied hands to the bed frame rod.

Only then did he release her hands, turning to support her waist.

"What are you doing?" Serena cried out in fear, she pulled hard to free herself, but her wrist was painfully strained by the tie, unable to break free.

"Bang bang..."

She struggled fiercely, but only caused the bed frame to make slight noises.

Julian’s hand brushed her face, applying pressure to force her to look at him.

He was still smiling like a madman, blood trickling from his mouth, tears at the corners of his eyes.

"Julian, you..."

Before Serena could finish speaking, she felt a chill as he tore open her clothes.

Buttons burst off, falling to the ground with a faint sound.

His large hand fell on her chest.

"Here, too." He squeezed out the words through clenched teeth, "Did he..."

"Let go of me, don’t touch me!" Serena screamed as she twisted violently, trying to avoid him, using all her strength, her wrists chafed red by the tie, kicking wildly to try and push him away.

Julian pried her legs open in the next moment, leaning over her, pinning her down with the weight of his body, restraining her kicking legs.

"Answer me." He demanded with red eyes.

"Let go of me!" Serena shouted loudly.

Julian laughed sadly, "So, you have been touched."

His hand continued moving down, from chest, waist, then reaching to lift her skirt.

"No!" Serena trembled, screaming loudly.

"Don’t do this, Julian..." Her tears flowed endlessly.

"No?" He laughed painfully, bending down to kiss her lips again, "Nora, do you remember? When we were together, it was enjoyable."

Tears flowed steadily from Serena’s eyes.

She cried, breaking down, "That was before, Julian, don’t bully me..."

Her body trembled lightly out of fear, crying hysterically, looking incredibly pitiful.

"Before?" Julian laughed quietly, "So, you mean he can, but I... cannot?"

"No, you..." Before Serena could finish, he blocked her lips again.

At the same time, she felt another chill below her.

Serena bit Julian’s lip hard, using all her strength with her feet, finally—

"Bang!"

Her heel kicked the frame, causing a heart-wrenching pain.

Julian heard the sound, but he only paused slightly, lifting his head to look at her.

"No..." Serena cried, unable to speak clearly, trembling violently all over.

This powerless feeling terrified her.

Julian’s mad appearance terrified her.

"Julian... don’t force me..." She sobbed, breathless, "I don’t want..."

Julian’s hand supporting her waist moved up, brushing her face, wiping away the tears.

But he couldn’t wipe the tears away.

He just watched her like that for a long time, not moving.

When Serena felt the false hope that he might let her go, he leaned down and kissed her neck.

"No!" Serena screamed until her throat was hoarse.

But he continued downward.

"I haven’t done it with him!" Serena cried desperately.

"Let me go..."

"Julian, please, let me go..."

"Don’t treat me like this..."

She kept crying, until her voice went hoarse, coughing continuously.

However, he buried his head in her chest, even biting the mole on her chest.

"Ah!"

Serena screamed incessantly.

"Please, Julian, please..."

The thread in her mind seemed to snap, even though Julian hadn’t gone the whole way, though he was still fully clothed, she felt like she was going insane.

Why was he treating her this way?

What did she do wrong?

Why was she being punished this way?

Serena screamed hysterically, the entire bedroom filled with her cries.

Her body trembled violently, struggling was futile.

"Snap!"

Julian unbuckled his belt, but before he could do anything—

"Boom!"

Someone burst through the door.

Before Julian could turn around, he was kicked off the bed.

"Serena!" Silas Hawthorne saw the scene, and all the blood in his body seemed to freeze in that moment.

His hands trembled, moving to untie the tie that bound her hands.

Her wrists, chafed by the tie, were already stained red with blood.

She was still screaming, unable to recognize him.

"Serena, it’s me, Silas Hawthorne." He assured, red-eyed, "I’m here."

Julian had tied the scarf tight, and as he struggled to untie it, Julian had already gotten up, kicking Silas.

Silas, eyes red, rose up, pulling a nearby blanket to cover Serena’s disordered clothing, then walked toward Julian, grabbing him by the neck, punching him fiercely.

"How could you..."

Silas punched Julian on the face, body, fists and feet flying.

"How could you treat her like this!"

Julian initially resisted, but eventually was left with only laughter.

Laughing madly, crazedly.

Silas’s fists continued to land on him, beating Julian until his face was swollen and covered in blood from his nose and mouth.

Yet Julian kept laughing crazily.

"She’s mine," he said.