Chapter 53 Men With Thin Lips Are Merciless

She was panicking, but she knew that she had to remain calm when dealing with his tantrums.

Otherwise, she would only worsen the situation.

"He's a director at the hospital, and is nothing more than my superior!"

"Is that so?" John Winters evidently did not believe it. "His gaze when he looked like me told me otherwise!"

"That's because of your attitude when you first came up to the floor. He was only worried about me."

He raised an eyebrow. "So, does your male superior worry about all his subordinates?"

Natalie Snowden had no reply.

It was not because she had done something wrong, but because their relationship was truly something more than mere friends.

She did not think that their relationship ought to be put into question, though John was right that Sean was more concerned about her than the other doctors.

Even so, she felt that she should be able to explain their relationship to her husband, if not that her husband was John Winters.

She felt a headache creeping in.

"Are you treating me like an idiot?" John Winters said.

John's gaze was like ice, and every single word from his mouth was coated with a layer of frost. "First, my grandfather. Then, Luke Shears. Now, the handsome superior at work. You're quite the charmer!"

"Can you be any less reasonable? Female doctors in the thoracic surgery department are very rare. So what if I have a male superior?"

"There's nothing wrong with a male superior, but why are you so intimate to him?"

"We are nothing but friends. Can you not be so paranoid?"

"Was I mistaken?"

Natalie's head was throbbing at that moment. "Yes, you are. Otherwise, please tell me what I should do to prove that there's nothing between me and Director Quinton."

"I don't believe you no matter what you do."

"…"

It did not matter to her whether he believed her anyway.

Their marriage was only temporary. When the term of their contract ended, they would part ways anyway. It did not matter to her what he thought of her.

'But…

'I've told myself that again and again, but why does my heart still ache…'

Natalie lowered her gaze. "If that's the case, I have nothing else to say."

John's heart was suddenly consumed by unknown fires of anger.

Did she think that he could not do anything to her?

John smirked, then returned to his seat. He floored the gas pedal and the car sped on the roads like an airplane…

Back at home, he dragged her up the stairs. As he slammed the door behind him, he tossed Natalie forcefully onto the rug.

Before she managed to react, his strong, muscular body pinned her down…

On the light gray high pile rug, the handsome male used only one hand to secure both of Natalie Snowden's wrists above her head.

"Ouch!"

While she yelled in pain, Natalie lifted her chin and let the tears quietly flow. Her throat was dry, but she did not dare to cry out.

"If you're so thirsty for male attention, then I shall satisfy you."

The man moved his hands, and her shirt was torn off in an instant.

Then, her pants came off…

She did not struggle. She knew that there was no use, and knew that it would only cause more harm to her.

She was mentally prepared for his rough actions, but tears still brimmed in her eyes.

A sharp pain almost split her body in two. She gasped and finally cried out loud…

"What are you crying for? It's not like it's the first time."

John Winters's voice was brimming with desire, yet at the same time lazy and seductive like a masterful cello performance.

She trembled and turned her head away, not wanting to see him. However, he deliberately gripped his chin and forced her head toward him.

Their eyes met; her glazed-over eyes reflecting the image of his sculpted, handsome face.

His body emanated an icy-cold aura. Under the lamplight of the room, his layered, styled hair glistened like ink.

His ice-cold gaze, his narrow eyes, his high nose, and those thin, pale lips.

The saying went: A man with thin lips is merciless!

His looks were sharp, and it emanated a battle-worn danger...

Her tears started flowing again as she looked at him. "It hurts!"

Those two words were very soft, but she said them anyway.

She had never hoped for any gentleness or mercy from him, but did she not have the right to cry out in pain, even if that was not her first time?

She was in pain! She was hurt!

John Winters had never expected that his woman would cry in pain as he violated her. He knew that she was the type of woman who silently endured all the pain and suffering thrown at her, but why did she complain tonight?

'Is it painful?

'Have I gone overboard?'

He seemed to have a pang of conscience when he thought of that. Then, he furrowed his brows and slowly leaned downward, then kissed her lips.

Compared to the rough performance earlier, that kiss was unbelievably gentle.

Still in a daze, Natalie sensed the tenderness in that kiss, and she passively accepted it. She thought that he would be as rough as last time.

However, that did not happen. Instead, he gently clung on to her for the rest of the night…

…

When she woke up again, it was already late in the morning.

Natalie Snowden laid on the bed like a cadaver. Her limbs were heavy and sluggish, not obeying the commands of her brain. Every time she moved, it hurt to the bone…

"Are you awake, Young Madam?"

She did not even open her eyes when she heard that familiar voice. "Is that breakfast?" She asked.

"Yes…"

Natalie did not bother replying. She smelled the oily fragrance of the breakfast and shook her head. "Can I have some porridge instead, please?"

The maid immediately replied. "Of course. There's some rice porridge boiling in the kitchen. I'll get a bowl for you…"

"Thank you."

"Don't mention it," she said while waving her hands, then rushed downstairs. She replaced the breakfast items in the tray with a bowl of rice porridge and several plates of vegetables.

Also in the tray was a box of morning-after pills.

"Young Madam, this…"

"…"

Emergency contraceptives were very damaging to the body. She was a doctor, and she knew about that better than others.

'But…'

"Sorry! Master told me to watch you take the pill."

"Don't worry, I'll take it."

She did not bother to argue or explain. She reached out and grabbed the box on the tray, then quickly took out a pill and popped it into her mouth.