When Love Turns to Ashes

Chapter 149 Does It Not Matter Either? But you...

Before Caden finished speaking, Beatrice fiercely resisted.

All the grievances and resentments exploded at this moment, and she didn't care about what he said.

She only wanted to escape from him.

"Uncle Caden, you didn't have to tellall this, I didn't care! I didn't care about Mr. Oscar, let alone you! I've had enough!" She shouted loudly, completely oblivious to the intense aura of danger in Caden's eyes.

Caden's eyes were gloomy as he grabbed her chin and forcefully lifted it up, saying, "Don't care?" Under his gaze, Beatrice still trembled slightly with fear, clenching her teeth before nodding forcefully.

""Yes! No... um!" The man didn't give her a moment to think, and before she could finish speaking, he grabbed her chin and kissed her like a gust of wind passing by.

She raised her hand in resistance, but it was held down and pressed against the car window. The more she gripped, the tighter it became, and the wound in her palm began to throb faintly. He did it on purpose.

He wanted to make her suffer.

Beatrice groaned in pain, as the man's breath grew increasingly scorching in front of her.

He lowered his gaze and looked at her, his deep eyes seemed to devour her, intensifying the kiss, dominantly claiming her breath that belonged to him.

Suddenly, the man stopped and half-supported his body, looking down at her from a higher position, with his semi-dry hair falling smoothly on his forehead. "Doesn't this matter either?" "We are all adults, what's the big deal, it's just..." Beatrice retorted stubbornly.

"What's the big deal? Haven't you done the swith others? Who? Oscar?" The man's face turned terrifyingly dark, with his eyes half-closed and not a trace of light could penetrate.

The falling shadow weighed heavily on Beatrice, making it difficult for her to breathe.

She pursed her lips and forcefully turned her head, saying, "It's none of your business!" "Huh." She could even feel his terrifying presence.

"You...bastard!" Beatrice's voice seeped through her clenched teeth.

"Who?" The man repeated in a hoarse tone, his hands still moving and seemingly not intending to stop.

14:30 98.0% "Is it okay without anyone else?" Menu Beatrice was panting heavily, glaring at Caden in anger.

Even so, her appearance still captivated people.

but With the burning redness at the corner of the eyes, a pair of misty eyes, wanting to cry holding back, the eyelashes trembling, even the rippling waves in the eyes make people feel ticklish.

The damp shirt clung to the skin, partially covering and partially revealing, truly testing a man's self-control.

darkened, and his hand clenched into a fist, with even the knuckles turning white Caden's eyes from the force.

Finally, he closed his eyes and forcefully grabbed a dry towel to throw it to her.

"Put on." Beatrice paused, once again unable to see the man's thoughts in front of her. But now she is not allowed to think either, she just wants to quickly wrap herself up with a towel.

As I was pulling the towel, suddenly there ca loud "zila" sound in the previously quiet air. Beatrice had been wearing the sunderwear for over a year when the strap broke just now due to her vigorous movements. Right in front of Caden.

Whoosh! She pulled a towel over her body, and also... over her head.

"Cough, cough..." Caden coughed hoarsely twice, and his clenched fist had already started to stiffen and ache. But still unable to hide the lingering warmth at the fingertips.

I shouldn't have tolerated it just now! The car stopped downstairs of Beatrice's apartment building.

Keith was about to get out of the car and open the door, but he was stopped by Caden.

""Go to the trunk and get sspare clothes." "Yes." Keith quickly handed the clothes to Caden through the car door slit.

He stood outside and looked at the sky, sighing, "Do I have to be on guard against him like I would against a sexual predator? It's a bit disheartening." Beatrice was so embarrassed that Caden wrapped her up in a coat from head to toe and carried her upstairs. Who knew, just as I was about to open the door, I ran into the neighbor who had cback from qvertwork. Beatrice directly covered the towel in her hand over Caden's head, and Keith, who was standing 98.0% Menu beside them, was so scared that he almost jumped. He stood there for a while, unable to react.

The neighbor watched the man's tall figure, his eyes brightened, and just as he was about to see his face, he was unexpectedly covered by Beatrice with a towel. "Ms. Lindsey, boyfriend?" Beatrice wanted to say no, but she was being held by Caden, wearing his clothes. If I say no, 1 guess the neighbor definitely won't believe it.

She simply went for it without hesitation."Yes." As soon as the words fell, the man tightened his arms around her.

Beatrice bit her lip, convinced that Caden was angry again, probably thinking that she had sulterior motive like drugging him and getting into bed. Let's clarify it later.

Neighbor said, "When did you talk? Where did you meet? What does he do? Judging by his figure, is he a model? Why are you covering his head?" She said it and immediately went to grab the towel without any boundaries. Apart from gossip, the neighbor was really nice.

Coming back from overtime, I always buy something delicious and always share a portion with Beatrice, without ever asking for her to repay me, just to listen to her vent a little. All of them were workers, full of grievances, but they would bechappy again after saying a few words.

She would also keep a portion of the specialty products sent from her hometown for Beatrice Before, M e whenever heard any unusual noise coming from Beatrice's house, even in the middle of the night, I would always make sure she was safe first. Single women, they must help each other.

So Beatrice couldn't really get angry with her.

He could only politely block her and explain, "He... he... is ugly. Haha, let's go back first. I'll treat you to a meal next time. Goodbye, goodnight."

After speaking, she quickly opened the door and pushed Caden inside, while also gesturing to Keith to hurry downstairs, or else they would be dragged by the neighbors for questioning. Keith stood by the elevator and