Chapter 129 Regardless of Occasion, Regardless of Posture

Chapter 129 Regardless of Occasion, Regardless of Posture

Seeing Charles remain silent, Olivia smiled even more brightly, the mockery at the corners of her mouth growing thicker:

"And do you have any better ideas? Whatever they are, just say it directly. I'm just a mistress—even if I don't want to, even if I don't accept it, I can only do as you wish."

"After all, you have such a high position and power. While I'm just a mistress—cheap and shameless."

Every sentence Olivia spoke was mocking herself, but hearing these words hurt Charles more than if Olivia had cursed him directly.

He wanted to argue back, but found he had no way to refute her.

After all, in everyone's eyes, she really was just his mistress, and their initial agreement was for her to be his mistress.

Mistress...

Mistress...

These words pierced Charles's heart like steel needles, grinding constantly at his most painful spot.

He couldn't refute Olivia. Staring at her constantly moving lips, watching that flexible tongue in her mouth, he gripped her chin and kissed her forcefully.

Since she herself said she was a mistress, let her properly fulfill her responsibilities as one.

The moment he kissed her, Olivia, who had already mentally prepared herself, closed her eyes and let Charles press her down in the car.

Let him bite her body fiercely, tear off her pants, and violently enter her body without any foreplay, pounding away like punishment.

It hurt badly, felt awful, with not a trace of pleasure.

But she didn't resist, just let Charles punish her like this—regardless of the setting, regardless of position.



Rhys never expected Charles would actually do such things with Olivia in the car, in front of so many of them...

With people possibly passing by at any moment...



Under these circumstances, his first concern wasn't about shame or being seen by others, but rather—Charles hadn't rested for two days and nights and hadn't eaten anything, and now, doing this...



Could his body handle it?

As a dedicated and responsible assistant, he first instructed his subordinates to bring over all the cars they had driven and to surround Olivia's car in the middle, to prevent outsiders from approaching and seeing what they shouldn't.

He also arranged for people to prepare food and fetch a doctor, in case either of them needed it.

He personally called to book the nearest hotel, so they could clean up afterward.

The car, surrounded by other vehicles, rocked and swayed until a hint of light appeared on the horizon before finally becoming still.

Moments later, Charles, wearing his shirt and wrapping the unconscious Olivia in his suit jacket, got out of the car and into the car he had arrived in.

Rhys, not trusting anyone else, personally got behind the wheel.

"Mr. Green, the hotel room is ready. Shall we go now?"

Charles responded affirmatively.

After two consecutive days of turmoil, plus nearly a whole night of punishment, his body was extremely exhausted, but he didn't want to sleep.

He looked at Olivia in his arms, who had passed out from his torment, and raised his hand wanting to caress her cheek.

After freezing in mid-air for a while, he quietly lowered it again.

He couldn't be too good to her. If he were too good to her, she would want to escape.

He needed to find the right balance between being good and bad to her, so she wouldn't hate him more, but also wouldn't dare to run away again.

In the hotel room, Rhys thoughtfully suggested:

"Mr. Green, you should rest first. I'll find room service to take care of Ms. Smith."

Rhys wasn't clear about exactly what Olivia had been through, but from her arm hanging out of the suit jacket, covered in bruises, he could guess that Charles had lost control.

With her unconscious now, it was really hard to tell whether she had fallen asleep from exhaustion or passed out from being unable to bear it.

"No need."

Charles closed the door and carried Olivia into the bathroom to clean her body.

Looking at the bruises covering almost her entire body, then at the redness and swelling below, Charles felt both heartbroken and angry.

He stared at her with furrowed brows for a long while, but finally lowered his head and kissed her forehead:

"Olivia, if only you were a bit more obedient, how could I have..."

He held Olivia tightly in his arms, murmuring in her ear: "Olivia, let's be together properly from now on. Don't run away again, okay? If you run again, I don't know what else I might do."

Olivia remained unconscious, unable to answer his question.

When Olivia woke up, she was in the bedroom on the second floor of Serenity Estates.

Looking at the familiar surroundings, she gave a self-mocking smile: Back again.

Charles was working nearby. Hearing the sound, he turned to look, his eyes lighting up with surprise:

"You're awake?"

She had been unconscious for three days and nights, surviving these past days only through IV nutrition.

Olivia looked at Charles coldly, then turned her head away, ignoring him.

Charles patiently walked around to sit on the bedside, looking at her eyes.

Olivia closed her eyes and turned her head to the other side again.

She didn't want to see him.

"Olivia."

Charles cupped her face, forcing her to turn back.

"What?" Olivia opened her eyes, her gaze even colder and more indifferent than before. "You want it again? But you know my body isn't in great shape. You already put me through hell once before. If you do it again now, I'll probably die."

"But if you want it, I won't refuse you. I'm your mistress, after all. Being fucked to death by you would be my honor as a mistress."

"Come on." As she spoke, she pulled back the covers and closed her eyes.

Charles sat on the bed watching her, not moving for a long while.

Olivia lifted her arm, looking at the marks still visible on it, then responded belatedly:

"I'm too ugly right now, so you can't get it up, right? Well, there's nothing I can do about that. After all, you're the one who gave me these injuries... If you really find it too hard to look at and it bothers you, I can put on some concealer to cover it up. I'm a mistress—I know my duties very well. As long as you have needs, I have to overcome all difficulties to satisfy them. Though you might end up with a mouthful of concealer."

Olivia spoke in a flat tone, as if she were talking about someone else entirely.

Charles had been holding back his temper, but listening to her say "mistress" over and over, he still couldn't help but grip her wrist forcefully.

Olivia gasped in pain.

Charles flinched, immediately loosening his grip somewhat, though he still held her hand without letting go.

"Olivia, are you planning to interact with me like this from now on?"

"Am I not doing well now?" Olivia asked back. "As a mistress, am I not considerate enough? What else do you want me to do? Tell me, and I'll try my best."