Chapter 7 Y*u Are Good At Playing Innocent

The wall was wet.

His shirt was wetter.

Pressed between him and the wall, she had no way out.

"Don't know me? Know me once again then!"

Kevin spoke predominantly, then kissed her lips regardless of her will. After feeding every drop of the water from his mouth into hers, he started to entangle every corner in her mouth.

The feeling was like there was a powerful electric current passing through her body, and every nerve she had was triggered. Her bare feet on the ground tightened unconsciously.

She didn't like this feeling, even hated it.

It was shameless.

"Do you know me now? You approached me like this three years ago! But you didn't even struggle at that time!"

Kevin sneered jeeringly.

"I have no idea what you are talking about."

Although Emma tried her best to get rid of his control, he was too powerful for her.

"Still don't remember me? Fine, I'll give you a chance to think about it!"

After he said that, he tended to turn off the switch, and the warm water became cold immediately. He forced her to stand under the pouring water, while he stood a step away.

"Ah!"

The sudden change of the temperature caused Emma to scream, trembling all over, "Are you insane? Stop it!"

Failing to get out of his control, she tried to turn off the switch, but her hands were beaten down by him ruthlessly right after she stretched out.

He intended to torture her.

"Now, have you remembered something or not?"

His voice sounded like a ghost.

"Not at all. Even if you kill me, I can't remember a thing." Her voice trembled, the cold water pouring her body again and again.

"You are quite stubborn!"

Kevin was in a great rage, staring at her fiercely and forcing her harder to be scoured under the water. He just wouldn't let her go.

He wanted to see how long she would hold out.

The cold water scouted her for an hour.

Emma shivered out of coldness, but he still didn't let her go.

What a stubborn woman.

Kevin finally felt tired to catch her for such a long time, so he threw her away all of a sudden.

"Bang."

Losing all her strength, Emma fell on the ground covered with water. Her body shivered coldly, her teeth trembled, and she had no idea how to react.

She circled her body with both hands, biting her lips tight. Disgrace, anger, embarrassment, and other emotions almost drowned her.

He was indeed a twisted guy. He had raped her when she was unconscious, and now he came again to torture her.

She had no idea what to do with him, accusing him in the court...?

Taking aim at him in the courtroom.

He was Kevin Jackson. Was there any chance that she would win? She didn't even have to think of the possibility. In most cases, power meant victory.

"Slap!"

Kevin stood there with his clothes half-wetted. He took off his clothes directly and threw his wind coat like rubbish to her, covering her body tight.

Emma trembled unconsciously.

She was stifling to smell the scent of Kevin on the wind coat.

"Mr. Jackson."

Two bodyguards came in with their heads lowered, serving Jackson a set of clean and clothes with both hands.

Kevin unfolded a shirt and put it on elegantly and naturally, not seeming like a man in the female bathroom at all.

Glancing at Emma in the corner for a second, he ordered coldly, "Tie her up and take her home."

"Yes, sir."

The bodyguards followed his order.

Sitting in the corner, Emma shivered again to hear that. She looked at the man at the centre of the hall, asking incredulously, "You maniac, what else do you want to do?"

He still didn't intend to free her?

"You still want me...?" Kevin repeated her word intentionally to wrest her question, "Sorry, I don't want to touch any unchaste and feigned woman like you. You make me feel dirty."

Emma lost her words. She felt terrible.

This man insulted her in an extreme way.

Why? Why did such an inconceivable thing happen to her...

Kevin put on the cufflinks, turning around. But before he left, he suddenly stopped, turned his gaze coldly to the woman in the corner, "Emma Spears, if you don't want to endure more pains, hand over my child. Or, your life will be worse than death for the rest of your life."

After he finished, he left without turning back.