Love You, Spoil You

Chapter 4 Being Trapped

Charlotte was forcibly held down.

She struggled for several times, but her hands were firmly tied and could not move at all.

If it went on like this, she would really be dead meat.

She couldn't be so passive!

Nervousness, shame and anger made her blush. However, she began to calm down as time passed.

"Wait, wait..." she suddenly said.

"What?" Oliver's attention was attracted by her soft voice.

Charlotte could feel his heavy and warm breath on her skin. She bit her lip nervously and continued,

"Do you... do you really enjoy forcing your partner? Why don't you untie me and let me serve you?"

Oliver squinted at her in disbelief. "Why are you getting so obedient all of a sudden? What are you up

to?"

"Nothing..." Charlotte lowered her eyes slightly, pretending to be shy, and said in a soft voice, "I've just

thought it over, and I realize that I can't escape from you anyway. Now that I'm already your woman, it

doesn't matter if we have sex again. But don't forget what you said. Let bygones be bygones, okay?"

Oliver slightly raised his eyebrows as if he appreciated her wit. "You should have said that earlier."

After hearing Charlotte's sweet words, Oliver finally loosened the tie around her wrists and threw it

aside.

"Come on, lie down. I'll take care of the rest for you." Charlotte smiled shyly and held him down on the

bed.

But her gentle and sweet smile was suddenly replaced by a cold and grim look. Without thinking, she

raised her foot, kicked her high heel at Oliver's private parts with all her strength.

She had lost her virginity, and the only thing she could do now was to retaliate.

However, Oliver dodged her kick as if he had been prepared for it. Seeing that she was not going to

make it, Charlotte wanted to run, but she was grabbed by the collar and pulled back roughly.

Suffocating, she fell on the bed and could not even make a sound. She could only cover her neck with

her hands and cough desperately, curling up helplessly.

But it was not the end. Oliver pressed her against the bed and tied her hands again. His deep eyes

burned with anger. "Charlotte, are you seeking death?"

"You..." Charlotte coughed in pain. "You bastard!" Charlotte knew that she had completely pissed him

off this time, and there was nothing she could do. She simply closed her eyes and waited for his

punishment.

But still, she couldn't help trembling all over.

Last time, at least they had done it in darkness. But now, her fragility were completely exposed to him

without reservation. She could not even preserve her last poor self-esteem.

Oliver was like an enraged beast.

"Uh..." Charlotte gritted her teeth tightly to prevent herself from making any sound of begging, and even

her lips began to bleed.

All the hope, dream and happiness in her life had disappeared in the past few months.

And now, even her last dignity was torn into pieces by this man.

Outside the window, the wind was fierce and the rain was pouring down. The thunder gradually

drowned out every sound in the room.

These days, Charlotte had been like a prisoner. She was locked in the room by Oliver, and dozens of

bodyguards were guarding outside. She couldn't escape even if she had wings.

After being taught a lesson last time, she knew that hunger strike was useless, so she no longer

refused the food sent by the servant every day.

But she knew that she couldn't stay here for the rest of her life. She had to find a way to escape.

Oliver would come back for dinner tonight, and the servants would prepare a delicious dinner for him.

She could also leave the bedroom and have dinner with him, which was a rare opportunity.

As the night fell, the sky gradually darkened.

Charlotte looked out of the window. The empty garden path wound its way towards the gate, quiet and

lonely under the street lights on both sides.

As time went by, a slender dark figure appeared at the end of the road.

With a gleam in her eyes, Charlotte changed into the coat she had prepared and was ready to go

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When she opened the bedroom door, the servant was standing outside with a smile and nodding at her,

"Miss Charlotte, Mr. Oliver has come back. You can have dinner now."

Charlotte nodded slightly. She knew that the servants seemed to be sent to serve her, but in fact, they

had been sent by Oliver to watch her, just like prison guards.

She walked downstairs slowly and asked casually, "There are shrimps for dinner today, right?"

"Yes, the shrimps were shipped from Australia by air this morning. They are very fresh. You can have a

try later, Miss Charlotte."

"That's good. I like shrimps the most." Charlotte smiled, turned around and walked into the dining room.

At the table, Oliver came into her sight. He lazily sat in the chair and flipped through the latest

magazine. Every line of his face showed his elegance, completely different from that violent man she

was familiar with.

A man should not be judged by his appearance. She had experienced how terrible it was for such a

guy to go crazy.

She couldn't help clenching her fists. She took a deep breath, trying her best to suppress the urge to

pounce on him and tear him into pieces. She looked away, as if she didn't see him at all. Without

saying anything, she walked to the table and sat down silently.

This man had taken away everything she had. One day, she would pay him back with interest!