Chapter 2 He Is Drunk…

I screamed and tried to take a couple of steps away. "It's me." Easton's frosty voice sounded and I was stunned. Didn't he go to accompany Jessa? Why was he back so quickly? He remained silent but started to forcefully kiss me deeply. It seemed violent and alarmed me but I could only endure. His breath reeked of alcohol. He was drunk! My heart jumped to my throat. He appeared to be horrifying when he was drunk. I experienced that last month. That was the first time in three years that he entered my room. He was very drunk that night and it was useless regardless of how much I begged him to release me. I could still remember the temperature of his body, that excoriating pain, his pair of contemptuous eyes, and his sarcastic words. It was due to that one encounter that I became pregnant. I came back to my senses and grabbed his hand, looked into his eyes, and begged him, "Please no…" "What?" he looked at me and became upset. The fetus was only seven weeks old and I remembered what the doctor said. I was worried about the risks and forced myself to look at him, begging, "I'm unwell, can you be gentle?" He was silent but was about to rage against me. It was clear from his expression that he was angry, he was furious! I forgot that his tenderness belonged to someone else. He handled me roughly, carried me out of the bathroom, and threw me onto the bed. He then laid on top of me… It was as if he was pushing me for asking him to be gentle. He was even more vigorous and violent compared to the first time. I curled up, trying my best to protect the child in my abdomen. Coincidentally, three was a lightning storm outside which corresponded to what was happening in the room. After a while, he got up and left. I endured the pain and went to wash up. When I finally laid down on the bed, the door was opened again. He entered the room with only a towel covering him. He was wet all over and water dripped from his hair. He looked exceedingly sexy. This man looked alluring regardless of what situation he was in. He noticed that I was looking at him and threw the towel at me and said nonchalantly, "Dry me." I obeyed and started to wipe his hair. "Tomorrow afternoon is grandmother's funeral. We need to go back to the Moores' Mansion tomorrow morning." I said this just in case he forgot it as he was constantly thinking of Jessa. He turned and narrowed his eyes as he said threateningly and disdainfully, "The Moore family's matters have nothing to do with you." Easton had lost his parents when he was young and it was his grandmother who raised him and groomed him to take over the family's business. He had all along respected his grandmother but three years ago his grandmother forced him to marry me with the threat of her life and losing the company. Since then, he had seldom visited his grandmother. He still bore a grudge against his grandmother even though she was dead. This was also the reason why he hated me. Apart from work, I was nothing to him at home. I was a thorn in his flesh which he could not wait to get rid of. Now that his grandmother had died, he could not wait to let me sign the divorce papers. He had never regarded me as one of the Moore family's members. I was never able to warm up his feelings towards me during these three years. I did not know how to respond to what he just said and just continued to dry his hair. The cellphone at the bedside table started to ring. It was Easton's phone. I looked at the wall clock for the time and it was 1 o'clock in the morning. The only person who could possibly call him at this hour was Jessa. Easton picked up the phone and walked over to the window and answered softly, "Turn on the lights and close your eyes and you'll soon fall asleep." I could not hear what Jessa had said but he was preparing to leave. In the past, I would pretend not to be bothered by these matters, but I was not sure why I did not want him to leave tonight. I abruptly got up, blocked him, and said softly, "Please don't leave."