Bride of Retribution: Aloof Billionaire's Dominant Game

Avery Jane quietly breathed a sigh of relief. If this man has this bit of pride, it is a good thing, at least he doesn’t force her.

Joshua Hughes looked at her suddenly relaxed demeanor, his lips curled slightly as he gazed at her mockingly, speaking word by word: ”You will come to me on your own accord. A woman shouldn’t casually challenge a man’s patience, the one to suffer will surely be you.”

His words were like a death sentence, pinning her to the spot.

Her beautiful little face lost its color, turning pale like the first snow of winter.

Her lips, pale as water, quivered slightly, causing his gaze to darken unconsciously...

The depth in the man’s eyes deepened slowly, like a pitch-black night with no end in sight.

She had a face of stunning beauty mingled with helplessness, and a trace of confusion.

Joshua became a part of her life in this way, whether she liked it or not, whether she wanted it or not, his elusive air of danger was impossible for her to ignore.

He was a man as enigmatic as a puzzle, and this nature might make everyone tread carefully in the days to come.

An almost inaudible sigh escaped her lips.

Avery Jane looked at this man, knowing that for a while, their complicated entanglement would be difficult to escape.

To be honest, Joshua Hughes indeed had a face that drove women insanely tempted, with perfectly chiseled features radiating the unique noble authority of a successful man, with resolute lips forming a sexy curve, yet none of this was what she wanted.

She wanted her Wenyard Cooper. Even just the clean and gentle scent of him was unforgettable to her.

”Mr. Hughes, besides that condition, could you propose any other requests?” Attempting to negotiate with him was like negotiating with a tiger, but she still wanted to try her best. She couldn’t sell her body, but she could take on more ads. If she earned more, wouldn’t he, as her boss, make a bigger profit too?

Businessmen are supposed to be most focused on profit, right?

The woman in front of him spoke in a faint tone, her posture like a white orchid always carrying a touch of pitiable delicacy.

Her long, dense hair draped like seaweed, accentuating her small face with a feeling that made one want to cradle it gently and kiss it.

Joshua moved in swiftly like a panther. This man always did whatever he wanted; he never needed to restrain his desires and cravings.

Avery Jane seemed startled and took a step back, but was quickly pulled into Joshua’s strong arms, her wide eyes filled with lingering fear looking into his, his eyes emitting a dangerous light.

”I want to see if you’re as delectable as I imagine...” His deep voice gradually faded at her lips. She didn’t know what he intended to do to her but felt the threat closing in step by step.

Avery Jane was stunned, her petite body tightly embraced, her mind feeling as if it had been emptied...

”No.” Instinctively, Avery Jane wanted to push him away; aside from Wenyard Cooper, no man was allowed.

Yet his arms were like iron clamps, unmovable.

”It seems that Lucas Yates is nothing much either; your inexperience can only be blamed on his dullness.” Joshua laughed lightly. Avery Jane’s deceased husband was indeed a bookworm, insipid and boring.

”Please don’t talk casually about my husband. No matter how outstanding and powerful you are, you can’t compare to even a toe of his while I’m here.” Furious sparks flared in Avery Jane’s beautiful eyes. She would never allow anyone to speak ill of Wenyard Cooper, especially not Joshua Hughes, such a shameless businessman. How could he understand the nobility of what Wenyard did?

This man was truly detestable, taking advantage of her yet daring to speak such offensiveness.

Lucas Yates, that gentle and refined man, had long become an untouchable monument in her heart, and no one could desecrate him—the man who, during the darkest times of her life, preserved her dignity in the best way and provided her with the most timely and effective help.

Joshua’s eyes, like black diamonds, blazed with fury. This damned woman, how dare she say that?

Was she courting death? Never had anyone dared to talk to him like this.

Long, rough fingers gripped her chin tightly, using just a bit of force. Her face’s bones were delicate, seemingly fragile enough to shatter with a light squeeze.

He wanted to see weakness in her eyes, to see submission, but there was none. Her eyes were as clear as a mountain stream, without a trace of fear, and they stared calmly back at him.