"Cuddling occasionally doesn't count." Arthur denied.
"It doesn't count? How did Elaine happen?" Sylvia sneered, immediately thinking of that night six years ago, and couldn't help but feel sick, "I don't know how many times you have slept with Sheryl or other women over the years. I still doubt whether you have been a little bit celebate, and you actually come to question me. I advise you to be less shameless and desist from bringing trouble to yourself."
After she finished speaking, she started to walk out.
But just as she turned around, her arm was grabbed by a strong and powerful hand.
Before she could react, she was pressed against the wine cabinet by the man.
"Asshole." She opened her mouth and cursed.
But as soon as her red lips opened, the man lowered his head and covered her red lips, kissed her hard and bit her, forcefully opened her mouth, and began to deprive her of her breath domineeringly and forcefully.
Different from the previous times, this time, he didn't seem so rough. The crazy kiss was filled with tenderness and sweetness, bit by bit, airtight until she lost her ability to think and allowed him to deepen the long kiss.
She didn't know how long, but until the man had kissed her enough, he licked her lips, which were so tender and plump from his kiss, and said afterward, "Well, this is the deal, you will have to allow me when you come back. If your lips still smell like this, it means you haven’t kissed other men. You can go directly to kiss Christopher and Hendrick. If the smell is wrong, you have to accept my cleaning twice in a row before you can kiss the children. Otherwise, I won’t let you kiss my sons.”
"You bastard, you have no right to do this to me." Sylvia was so angry that she raised her fist and hit him hard.
Arthur clamped her fist and smiled sinisterly: "If you don't want to be purged by me, then you have to promise me that you will not kiss Christopher and Hendrick from now on. If you can promise, then I can stop kissing you. You can be free, and you can kiss any man, but if you don’t agree, I will take care of it to the end, because I have to be responsible for Christopher and Hendrick.”
Sylvia was so angry that she almost vomited blood.
At that time, the cell phone in her bag rang.
When she checked it, it was Josiah calling.
It was already 7:15, and this bastard had pestered her for half an hour.
"Sylvia, I'm already at the Bridgewater Mansion." She picked up the phone, and Josiah spoke softly there.
"Okay, I'll be out right away," Sylvia responded and pushed Arthur away. She was too lazy to fight with him, so she picked up her bag and walked outside.
Anger welled up in her heart, and she turned around suddenly, only to see Arthur lowering his head and turning away from her to the parking lot on the left without even looking at them.
Only then did she notice that the position she was standing in was indeed hindering his movements, and she couldn't help but feel annoyed.
It was obvious that he had been bullying her, but she couldn't find a good reason to fight back against him.
She was still at a disadvantage.
After a while, she got into Josiah's car but felt confused for a while.
What was she doing in his car? She obviously didn't want to go with him. Yes, she remembered that Arthur was catching up with her and asked her. She seemed to have agreed in a fit of anger.
She was a little annoyed.
But she was already here, so she had to bite the bullet and go through her date with Josiah.

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