Chapter 3 Chapter 3 Secret lovers

Today was Monday, and Kimberly took a day off with her boss's permission.

After what happened yesterday, she really didn't feel like working.

By the time she arrived home, it was already close to noon.

The moment Kimberly opened the door, she saw Scott sitting on the sofa in the living room.

The man was wearing the white shirt from yesterday, his coat and tie were carelessly thrown onto the sofa, his handsome face was clouded over, and his complexion looked extremely awful.

It seemed that he had been waiting here all night.

Kimberly glanced at the ashtray on the coffee table filled with cigarette butts, a complex emotion flashed in her eyes, then she acted as if nothing had happened, leisurely changing her shoes.

"Where were you last night when you didn't come back?" The man asked coldly, looking like a storm was brewing.

Obviously, he was really angry about her not returning the whole night.

Kimberly replied nonchalantly, "Where do you think a young, beautiful, drunk woman would go?"

"Kimberly!" He shouted angrily at her.

Kimberly yawning lazily replied, "I didn't sleep well last night, if you have nothing else, you can leave. I still need to make up for some sleep."

"I waited for you all night, and this is how you treat me?"

Scott suddenly stood up, strode forward, and grabbed her arm, his face was repressed as if he was trying his best to control his emotions.

Looking at the handsome and familiar face in front of her, Kimberly had a moment of trance, as if everything that happened yesterday was just a nightmare, and they were still like before, nothing had changed.

"But in reality, it's not like that."

Expressionless, she stared at him. "Scott, the moment you agreed to marry Hazel Watson , we were over, over, do you understand? You are now just my ex-boyfriend."

"What kind of attitude should I take towards an ex-boyfriend who is about to marry another woman?"

The man seemed as though he wasn't listening to her at all. His gaze constantly roamed over her, as if inspecting something.

Suddenly, he pulled her into his embrace and started tearing at her clothes forcefully!

Kimberly cried out in shock, "Scott! What are you doing?"

"Checking!"

Robinson Scott replied with a gloomy tone, his relentless actions not ceasing.

"Let me go! Let go!"

As Kimberly tried to push him away, her hand was caught by him, and wrestled to the top of her head.

"Kimberly, you are mine, always mine!"

He frantically tore at her clothes, even ripping them to shreds, he didn't stop. He firmly pressed her on the couch, his movements were aggressive, almost brutal.

Kimberly grimaced in pain, cursing vehemently, "Scott! You bastard!"

After some intense struggle, he collapsed on top of her, panting slightly, "Kimberly, you are lying to me."

Whether anyone has touched her or not, a trial would reveal.

Kimberly bit her lip without speaking, her hand firmly clenched into a fist, enduring something with all her strength.

Robinson Scott's kiss gently landed on her eyes, murmuring, "Kimberly, be good."

Kimberly closed her eyes, letting tears slip from the corners of her eyes.

How much she used to love this man is equal to how much she hates him now!

Looking at the man she had loved for over a decade, she choked, "Scott, I am not a three-year-old kid. Coddling me like this is useless! We're both adults, let us part ways gracefully without holding each other back."

"Do you want me to watch my boyfriend of seven years walk down the aisle with another woman, then act as if nothing happened and become your secret lover? I can't do that."

"You have your ambitions and aspirations, and I have my dignity. I admit it, I admit it all. Isn't that enough?"

Kimberly forcefully pushed the man on top of her away, was going to find clothes to put on, but found they had all been torn. She had no other option but to coldly pick up the blazer on the sofa and put it on.

"Kimberly," Scott called her gently again, "I know you're just saying this out of anger. You won't leave me, right?"

The man's blind confidence made Kimberly laugh. She stared at him, "Scott, if you really love me, don't marry Hazel Watson. Otherwise, I will never forgive you, and I won't become your lover!"

She was quite serious about this, warning Scott, but also reminding herself.

They both grew up together as childhood friends, and even kept a secret love relationship that went on for seven whole years from their families.

Now, he agreed to arranged marriage with someone else and also expects her to be his secret lover?

Impossible, absolutely impossible!

Her pride and dignity do not allow her to do this!

Scott stared at her, his expression complex, "Kimberly, you don't understand, I have to marry her."

"Can you wait for me for two years? Just two years, I will definitely marry you, giving you a legit title."