Chapter 98
Lila immediately tensed up.
She glanced at the nightstand by the bed and noticed a wireless charger on it, with an exquisitely crafted lamp beside it.
She didn't look any further because out of the corner of her eye, she caught Alexander taking off his white shirt!
His upper body was now completely exposed.
Although the atmosphere was very tense, Lila couldn't help but notice Alexander's perfect physique—broad shoulders, narrow waist, and those six well-defined abs on his lower abdomen.
She quickly imagined what his abs would feel like to touch. Probably really hard, right?
Alexander moved closer.
Lila snapped back to reality.
When he was still about ten inches away from her, she suddenly kicked her leg out, aiming at him.
But her foot didn't land on his body as she'd imagined!
Because her ankle was caught by his large, dry hand.
Alexander had actually grabbed it!
Lila's eyes went wide.
Her face showed surprise and shock. The thought of Alexander holding her foot made her feel both embarrassed and angry, "Let go of me!"
He scoffed lightly, his gaze carrying a hint of provocation, "Let you go so you can keep kicking me?"
Without thinking, Lila denied it, "I wasn't kicking you, I was..."
Alexander moved even closer, pressing her aggressively, "You were what?"
Lila made something up, "My leg cramped up a bit, I couldn't control it just then."
"Is that so?"
After those two words, Alexander didn't give Lila a chance to answer. He suddenly yanked her foot forward forcefully.
Lila's whole body slid to the edge of the bed, and the distance between them instantly closed.
His magnified handsome face stared straight into her eyes, his deep voice reaching her ears, "Even now, you still want to refuse?"
Lila decided to compromise for now. Her watery eyes looked at him, and instead of answering, she asked, "Do you really want to sleep with me?"
"What do you think?"
"Fine then, do as you please."
His eyebrow raised slightly, as if surprised.
But since she wasn't refusing anymore, he didn't waste words. His other hand cupped the back of her head and kissed her.
Lila's heart was pounding, but it wasn't from attraction—it was from nervousness.
As he guided her to lie down on the bed, she grabbed the wireless charger from the nightstand.
In her ear, Alexander's breathing grew louder. Just as his kisses moved from her cheek to her neck.
A dull thud sounded as Lila used all her strength to hit Alexander's head with the wireless charger.
Alexander's muffled grunt reached her ears right on cue.
Then she felt all his movements freeze.
Only at this moment did Lila understand that having the determination of a warrior facing death was one thing, but when actually facing death, how terrified one's heart truly felt was another matter entirely.
She had actually hit Alexander.
Wasn't this asking for death?
But that wasn't the most important thing.
Because she soon felt a thick liquid flowing from Alexander's head down onto her neck.
She'd made Alexander bleed?
In that moment, Lila's fear turned into worry.
She threw away the charger in her hand and pushed at Alexander on top of her, her nervous voice trembling, "Mr. Sinclair, are you okay?"
Alexander slowly got up.
She saw his handsome face looking terrifyingly dark, and saw bright red blood staining his clean cheek. The skin color and blood mixed and intertwined on his face, like a sinister demon from the dark night.
Lila just felt that all of this looked very serious.
She panicked, so nervous that she started to stutter, "You... you're bleeding..."