CHAPTER 390: FORCED

The intensity of the snow and wind grew fiercer, and Orleans and Wen Maixue on the ski slopes had to interrupt their skiing progress and return to the vacation house.

No sooner had they returned to the snow house than they saw Olson come in somewhat disheveled. His face was bruised, and his cheeks bore some scrapes from tree branches he had collided with in his haste, his eyes darting around erratically.

Wen Maixue took the initiative to greet him, her eyes looking behind him, not finding the figures of Pello and Su Ziceng. She became somewhat panicked, but after forcing herself to calm down, she asked, "Where are the two of them?"

"Just now, I took Miss Su and the others for a stroll by Snow Lake, and she accidentally twisted her ankle. Mr. Lan is tending to her right now," Olson unbuttoned his overcoat, and seeing Orleans sitting in his seat, his gaze became sharper.

Orleans also noticed this and awkwardly stood up. He knew what his father meant, that it was time for him to discreetly leave, but he simply couldn’t bear to let Xuexue be alone with his father. He moved from the main seat at the table to one on the side, and before his bottom even touched the chair, he heard Olson say, "Orleans, go check on how the preparation for tonight’s ingredients is coming along in the kitchen?"

It was only a little past three in the afternoon, and due to the blizzard, the skies were gloomily overcast. Orleans couldn’t help but curse inwardly. He had to stand up, and as he was about to leave, Wen Maixue also followed saying, "It’s still early, I want to go see how Miss Su’s injury is."

"Xiao Xue," Olson forcibly pushed Orleans out the door, then clasped Wen Maixue’s shoulder, saying very affectionately, "Let’s give them and us some more time alone." His hand brazenly roamed back and forth over Wen Maixue’s shoulder.

Wen Maixue wanted to shake his hand off and rush outside immediately, but Olson’s strength was much greater than hers, and she was practically forced to stay.

Then, Olson let go of his hand, which made Wen Maixue breathe a sigh of relief. This man, after all, maintained his noble gentlemanly demeanor, and probably wouldn’t force her to do anything against her will.

"Xiao Xue, pour me a glass of wine, and help me with my wounds. The snow was really coming down outside today, not just Miss Su, even I almost had a fall," Olson turned and walked into the bedroom, with sounds of undressing coming from inside the room.

Wen Maixue quickly headed for the front door, having a feeling that she should take this opportunity to escape, whether to find Pello or Orleans. In any case, she shouldn’t stay with Olson.

Just as she was about to leave, Wen Maixue stopped. She glanced at the wine that Olson had asked her to pour. On the east side of the cabin, there was a liquor cabinet, the alcohol gleaming distractingly bright. Her hand reached into her pocket and pulled out the vial Pello had given her.

As the sounds of changing clothes continued from the inside room, Wen Maixue thought and ultimately abandoned the idea of fleeing through the door. Things had progressed this far, and she absolutely could not give up halfway. Wen Maixue was never one to give up halfway, she had to finish the task, and then let Pello know the difference between her and Su Ziceng.

Wen Maixue turned around, putting on a charming smile. To avoid surprising Olson inside, she moved as always, unhurriedly. As she opened the bottle and poured the wine, she turned her head for a glance inside the room.

Olson was not looking out. She exhaled, dropped a small pill into one of the glasses, and quickly shook it. The pill soon dissolved, and the wine in the glass remained as clear as ever.

As Wen Maixue was still examining the wine in the glass, she felt a warmth at her waist—a pair of arms with long, black-brown bristles reached through her ribs and tightly clasped her chest in his embrace.

"Olson... Earl!" Wen Maixue’s hands almost couldn’t hold onto the wine glass, and she was nearly hoisted up by Olson, her toes slightly lifted off the ground.

Behind her, Olson seems to be bare-chested, and through her thin sweater, Wen Maixue could feel the man’s chest hair just as nauseating as the arm hair that was imprisoning her.

She felt a surge of nausea; after all, Wen Maixue was Wen Maixue, who had been kidnapped before, and once again she calmed down. She knew that any improper words or actions at this moment would lead to unimaginable consequences.

Her scream was quickly replaced by a crisp and pleasant laugh, "Darling, you scared me."

Listening to the woman in front of him let out a tantalizing laugh, excitement sparkled in Olson’s eyes. Wen Maixue truly was a different kind of woman, knowing even in this situation how to react without enraging him.

In the room, while changing clothes, Olson’s eyes never left the computer. He watched as Wen Maixue tried to rush to the door and then saw her return to the liquor cabinet to add a pill to the drink.

His arm moved slightly upward, incessantly brushing against the buds on Wen Maixue’s chest. Wen Maixue clenched her teeth; she could feel her chest reacting to the man’s stimulation.

"Didn’t you say you wanted a drink? Come, let’s have a toast to our meeting," Wen Maixue took a deep breath trying her best to reach the ground on her tiptoes.

Olson freed one hand, and like an eagle, trapped Wen Maixue beneath him, while his other hand took the wine Wen Maixue had passed to him.

"Just to honor our meeting? You missed a line, my little Xue. It’s also about our love," he said, squeezing the hand that trapped her with more force.

Wen Maixue felt as if her breastbone would snap. She glanced toward the door, and at this moment, fear overcame her. She quickly nodded, "To love as well, to our love too. Hurry up and finish this drink."

"Xiao Xue, of course I’ll finish the drink. But you people from Z country have a saying, ’A toast to you first,’" Olson’s grip on her arm eased a bit, Wen Maixue was already struggling to breathe.

"Then a toast to you first," Wen Maixue raised her own glass and tilted her head back, ready to drink it down.

"Xiao Xue, you’re wrong. Not that glass, it’s this one in my hand," Olson used his free hand to set aside that glass, offering back the drink in his own hand.

The transparent glass pressed against Wen Maixue’s face, her complexion paler than the Alps’ snow. Her lips deformed against the bright glass.

"Xiao Xue, what are you hesitating for? Don’t want to drink? Then let me feed it to you," Olson let out a terrifying laugh. He forcefully pried open Wen Maixue’s mouth, the white skin under his grasp turning red.

Wen Maixue was forced to tilt her head back, tears appearing in her eyes. (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to vote for it with recommendation tickets and monthly tickets at Qidian (qidian.com). Your support is my greatest motivation.)