Rebirth: The Ascent of a Socialite
Chapter 401 - 156: Choices 2
CHAPTER 401: CHAPTER 156: CHOICES 2
"That little bastard, how do you think I will deal with him?" Olson paced to Wen Maixue’s side, brushed her long hair aside, revealing her beautiful half-face.
"You!" Wen Maixue dared not speak her thoughts, her Pello would not die, he couldn’t die.
"Tsk tsk, look at you now, it really breaks my heart," Olson said as he lifted her up, holding her in his arms like a child carrying a doll, lightly shaking in his arms.
"What are you going to do to me," Wen Maixue didn’t know what had happened, but she knew, Pello might already be dead. Sorrow spread quickly in her heart but was soon suppressed deep within. Her body, amidst this gentle rocking, felt a contradictory sense of comfort, giving her the illusion that this man was gentle.
"You really are a cruel woman, thinking only of yourself so quickly," Olson said while smiling behind Wen Maixue, his hands kneading back and forth on her moistened bodice.
"Pello is already dead, I must contemplate my own survival, it is only natural," Wen Maixue didn’t resist, her pupils dilated and constricted as the drugs took effect, putting her in an excited state. After a brief torment of pain, under the man’s care, her body shuddered.
With a forceful push, she freed herself from his arms. The "doll" was thrown on the ground.
"I offer you two choices, one is to set you free, you can leave the mountain now. The other, come to my inner chamber, be my woman, and then you will be the lady of Olson Manor, the future Countess." Olson crossed his arms in front of his chest, looking at Wen Maixue with a dismissive stare.
Wen Maixue is clever, isn’t she? She should know what to do.
Once released, a brief look of confusion crossed Wen Maixue’s face, she first sat up, then gazed at the door within arm’s reach.
Inside, it was warm as spring, but outside, now snow sealed as far as the eyes could see—if she left, could she live to return to Z country, to return to Mo City? Her body shivered again, confusion fleeting across her face.
The wind kept slapping the wooden hut’s door, Wen Maixue stood up, her toes touched the ground, she walked towards the door.
Olson licked his fingers again, and his face showed no expression otherwise.
If Wen Maixue opened the door and walked out, she would see the wonderful landscape with snow flying across the sky, the outside world darkened, but the white snow made the night even brighter than day.
The Alpine stars, unaffected by the storm, filled the sky, calming the restless and anxious hearts.
If Wen Maixue opened the door and escaped, Olson, the arrogant French man, within a day, would witness the nobility and strength of two Z country women.
The wind blew in, snow hit Wen Maixue’s face, her hair soaked with alcohol stuck to her face, not fluttering anymore.
The merciless snowstorm made Wen Maixue’s steps falter, she turned and closed the door, her gaze dramatically shifting from fear to determination, then to reluctance, and finally, to surrender.
She was like the snow under the harsh sunlight of summer, melting away. She wiped her face with the back of her hand, trying to showcase her beautiful face to Olson again, to gain his sympathy and forgiveness for all her naive mistakes.
Olson still stood there, like a log burning in the fireplace, emitting countless sparks, waiting to melt away Wen Maixue’s pride.
After cleaning her face, Wen Maixue’s hands moved downward, she removed her clothes, her skin cramped again as it touched the air, her pupils completely lost focus, she could only roughly aim at Olson’s direction.
Clothes fell to the ground, Wen Maixue’s skin still bore some previous scratches, her body only left in undergarments—a deep purple bra and triangular panties.
Her figure was not thin, but compared to typical Western women, it appeared very delicate. The flames cast an enticing red glow upon her like polished wax floor, drawing the male gaze.
Olson stepped closer, his arms covered in dark brown hair, he circled Wen Maixue’s body, his pupils dilating and contracting as if he had taken some psychotropic drug.