Daddy Mommy’s Getting Remarried

Keeping the agreement, Walter called Vernon. “Bring over a new phone and a new SIM card now.”

After hanging up, Walter stared at Clara. Did a man buy her the clothes? Clara wouldn’t buy them. She had never bought luxury clothes before, Either Walter gave them to her or she would wear cheap T-shirts. Walter had never seen those clothes and she had left the villa empty-handed.

Walter clenched his fists. Her outfit irked him. He approached her and commanded, “Take them off.”Belongs to (N)ôvel/Drama.Org.

Clara was shocked when he raised his voice. She trembled. ‘Why? What did he want?’

When Clara didn’t move, Walter decided to do it himself. Clara stumbled back fearfully when he touched her.

Walter frowned even deeper. There was terror in Clara’s eyes. ‘D a m n it. Why is she afraid of me?’

Enraged, Walter pressed Clara against the wall and cornered her. Then, he stripped her. Even though she shook, Walter didn’t stop until the clothes were in the trash. Only then did Walter feel relieved.

Clara wrapped her arms around herself to hide herself. Her back was against the wall. Her back had been badly scratched but her front was fine.

Walter couldn’t see her back and didn’t notice her wounds. Clara appeared at his mercy. His eyes turned red and his breathing grew heavy. He had her before and knew how irresistible she was.

Walter recalled how she had rejected his kiss and how she might have possibly been with someone else. The thought made him mad.

Walter lifted one of her legs.

Clara exclaimed in panic, struggling to balance herself. She clung to him. What was he doing? She didn’t want it. She tried to resist but Walter didn’t budge.

Clara grabbed his wandering hand. “No, don’t. Not like last time…” She was frightened by that experience. It felt good and not at the same time.

Walter snickered. “Why not? You enjoyed it.”

Clara cried out. She couldn’t stop him. Despair filled her.

The room suddenly felt suffocating.

After a moment, Walter bit her earlobe. “My turn.”

When Walter was about to take her, his phone rang.

Clara was already limp, covered in sweat. Her thoughts were s t t r e d. She turned slightly and glimpsed his phone on the table, Tamara’s name was flashing on the screen. “Miss Moss is calling you,”

Walter cursed and left Clara. He picked up his phone, his eyes dark. After a while,

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e replied, “Gor

After hanging up, Walter was more composed. He threw a towel over Clara so he wouldn’t be tempted. Clara sat on the floor, covering herself with it. It had been close. She didn’t know whether she should thank Tamara for saving her.

“I’m going out,” Walter said, buttoning up his shirt and looking down at Clara. “Stay away from Tamara. Don’t provoke her. Since you signed the agreement, do as I say. Got it?”