aquelle had booked a presidential suite at the Royal Lounge so she could come in and test whenever she wanted.
Thelped her inside and laid her down on the bed. To my surprise, she ddenly wrappedher arms armand my neck.
“Joshua, I won’t let you leave. “Her expression was unexpectedly gentle as she grabbed my the
“If you please me tonight, I’ll grant you one wish.”
Barquelle’s words book me aback, and I quickly pushed her away. She propped herself op on her elbows and looked at me with a sneri “What’s wrong” Are you not interested?”
1 looked at her seriously and said indifferently, “Ramquelle, get a grip: I’m your brother.”
“other?” She raised an eyebrow at me. Her eyes were brimming with disdain and sarcom
She continued, “How can you be considered my brother? Other than sharing the same blood type, are we even related? Or are you Dad’s illegitimate child? to that why he told me the
I was stunned into silence by Racquelle’s words. How could she say something like that? Didn’t she hate me more than anyone else? How could the possibly let me touch her? Was she drunk, or was the acting out in front of me?
Seeing my hesitation, she suddenly burst into laughter. She raised an eyebrow and looked at me with a playful glint in her eyes. “Joshua, why aren’t you coming? Are you scared to tas you?”
I instinctively took a few steps back and replied coldly, “You’re drunk
“I’m not drunk!” Racquelle stated at me intently, then beckoned me to come closer with her finger. “I’m asking you to come and keep me company”
I met her stare with calm defiance and shook my head “Stop fooling around. If this pris out, people will gossip about it.”
furquelle seemed to overestimate her importance to me. I was only here because of the contract signed with Gerald, which obligated me to look after her. Plus, I couldn’t let anything happen to her.
However, the just smiled and raised an eyebrow. “Don’t you want to be my fiancé ?”
She continued, “What’s wrong? Well, I’m right in front of you. Are you backing out now? What a coward!–
lever want to marry her? Someone like Birt was a reall piece of work, I was
1 looked at her calmly, but my dislike for her continued to grow. What gave her the nerve to think I’d ever want to marry her? S enough to have crossed paths with her.
Did she honestly think I would want to be with her? My resentment toward her had reached a level that felt permanent. Just seeing her made me feel sick. There was no way I’d ever want her mywile. It was all just in her head.
“Racquelle, you’ve had too much to drink,” I said. “Get some rest. I keep watch at the door. Call me if you need anything
After I said that, I turned to leave. However, grabbed my hand and slapped me hard across the face. The crisp slap made my head spin “Joshua, are you deal? I told you to stay I please me. Do you understand?
trouble to get into my fa
this ka what you
Her eyes were full of contempt and mockery. It felt like I was just a worthless nobody and powerless to stand up for myself. Racquelle continued, “Joshua, if you’re going to be a lapdog, you might as well act like one. You went to so “You’ve been sticking close to me under the pretense of protecting me. It it obvious that you like me? Now that I’m feeling generous and going you a chance, do you loset in just a loser. You’ll always be a failure in life.”
