Chapter 85- I believe you
As Charles—his physique rivaling that of a European supermodel—stepped into the bathtub spacious enough for two, Janet felt a sudden warmth spreading through her body. The chill that had gripped her before began to fade, replaced by a slow-burning heat.
"I know. I believe you," Charles said, his eyes burning with intensity as they fixed on her nervous little face. His Janet was always his. Only his.
"Charles..." Janet’s large eyes misted over with tears as she soaked in the certainty and trust reflected in his gaze. This man, soon to be her husband, believed her without condition. How could she not be moved?
"Are you still angry?" Janet carefully edged closer, their two naked bodies pressed together. For the first time, she truly understood what it meant to have her heart race—only the man she loved could make her feel this way. She could hear her own heartbeat pounding and yet longed to be even closer.
"I’m angry because you gave him the chance to trap you. Didn’t I warn you not to get near him again?" Charles’s hand slid under her, feeling her unusual wetness. He leaned down and buried himself deep inside her in one motion.
An indescribable warmth enveloped him, and with a punishing force, he thrust harder — not gentle, but fierce. She never listened to him, this foolish woman he loved and hated all at once.
"No, no, it’s not like that. Elvira tricked me... ugh..." Janet gasped softly from the sudden impact, her body finally released from its tension, low moans slipping from her lips, broken and hesitant. "She and Manfred..."
"You naive woman, don’t you have any suspicion of others?" Charles’s wildness softened with every movement, becoming gentle by the end. Yet he still couldn’t bear to hurt her.
He was just angry at her innocence. Manfred was cunning — she couldn’t fight him alone. From now on, he would keep her firmly by his side, so no other man could take advantage.
"Uh, sorry, Charles... mm..." Janet whispered softly in the throes of their special passion, her body moving with his rhythm as her mind listened to his words. Now she finally saw Manfred’s true nature — she should never have trusted him from the start!
"Don’t apologize to me, Janet. I didn’t protect you well enough!" His woman deserved dignity and pride. He wouldn’t allow her to bow so low to apologize. No one had the right — not even him.
Their bodies, closely entwined, stirred ripples through the clear water. After the passion, Janet’s body felt less tormented than before, but as clarity returned, shame crept in when she faced Charles.