Revenge On Her Ex After Rebirth
Chapter 1115

Chapter 1115 Hannah's Allure

Doyle lay on Hannah's bed, under the same blanket, but he didn't touch her. The lights in the room were dim, and there was no communication between the two. Hannah was unable to sleep peacefully on this occasion since Oscar was still on the balcony outside, and she was worried that the servant in the bathroom might wake up any time. Once the maid woke up, everything would be exposed. And if she wanted to escape next time, it would be just a matter of fantasy.

Oscar couldn't use the power of a country for her sake, and he alone couldn't compete in a foreign country.

She rolled over and faced Doyle, whose eyes moved slightly. He had been looking at Hannah all the time. He saw her indifferent back. As Hannah turned around, the two of them looked at each other. "Doyle, can you leave?"

Doyle chose to remain silent.

"I can't sleep." She told him clearly that as he was next to her, she couldn't fall asleep.

"You have to get used to it."

"I won't get used to it."

"Try to. We still have time."

"It's not today."

"There will always be many 'today..."

"If you talk with Besse and made it clear between the two of you, at least, I won't harbour guilt towards her. It should be something you have to bear instead of me." Hannah paused before continuing, "This is my bottom line."

There was determination in her eyes, and even rejection and disgust in them.

"After tonight, I won't sleep in the same bed as you. But tonight, I need to make that happen." He said in a tough tone.

So, he wouldn't let her go tonight.

"What if I resist?"

"You can't..."

Hannah lifted the blanket and was about to stand up, But Doyle yanked on her arm. Hannah tried to pull her arm back, while Doyle's grip on her became even tighter. He pressed Hannah fiercely under his body, making her unable to move.

"Let go of me!"

"I won't let go."

"Doyle!"

"Men are easily teased." Doyle threatened. "If you resist like this again, I can't guarantee that I won't do anything to you, and I've been thinking about this for a long time."

She glared at him, her eyes filled with hate.

"If you understand, don't resist. Men's endurance is limited..."

"How many times?" Hannah interrupted his words.

Doyle was looking at her closely.

"I said, how many times do I need to sleep with you before you leave? I don't want to see you!"

Though angry, Hannah said asked him in a calm tone. Her words silenced him.

"Get off me!"

Doyle didn't lose his grip a bit.

"Let go of me, and I'll give you what you want." Said she.

Doyle was incensed by what she said and he said, "Hannah, even if you're unwilling to, I'll take it seriously."

"So, if I sleep with you, you'll leave, right?"

He didn't answer her but let go of her arms in acquiescence.

Even if he had to obtain Hannah in such a despicable way, he didn't care. Hannah gained her freedom and began to untie her bathrobe, under which, she was wearing tight-fitting clothes. Doyle just looked at Hannah as she revealed her fair skin.

Under the dim lighting, it felt as if she was shrouded in an unusual glow, carrying a seductive allure all over. He had been eager for her for a long, but he didn't want to force her. Now she compromised, and Doyle couldn't help but approach her in the end.

He said, "Hannah, don't hate me."

Hannah didn't speak.

"It sounded like something pointless." Doyle mocked himself, and then he leaned in and kissed her.

As his lips got close to hers, Hannah turned her head away and said coldly, "Just get started."

Doyle paused for a moment.

The room fell into silence, except for some subtle sounds on the bed.

Hannah didn't know whether Oscar was still there or not, or whether he had seen everything happening right now.

Of course, that wasn't something she cared about. She didn't need to be responsible for Oscar anyway. She didn't need to be accountable to anyone.

But when Doyle touched her, she was in tears. Reborn in a new life, she thought it was her luck since she could seek revenge and protect her family. She thought everything could start anew, but now as she walked this path, she never expected it to be so difficult. It was so hard to live for her.

Hannah's eyes flickered slightly.

She saw Oscar.

He came into the room from the balcony, standing in front of her, without making any sound.

Doyle was currently pressing down on her. He didn't notice Oscar behind him. Nor did he replace the change in Hannah's expression. He knew Hannah was unwilling to be intimate with him, but everything he did could not be undone.

Hannah's hands crept around Doyle's back. She then gestured for Oscar to leave. Oscar's footsteps froze in the room as he watched helplessly when Hannah entwined with another man. His fists clenched tightly in an attempt to suppress his anger, but he couldn't bring himself to approach them. He was afraid of Hannah; he was afraid that every action he took would disappoint her and lead her to hate him even

more.

The room fell silent until a piercing phone rang out suddenly. Doyle flinched at the sound while Hannah held onto him tightly, not wanting him to answer it because she knew that if he stood up, he would see Oscar. Doyle hesitated, on the verge of leaving but holding back once again.

He knew Hannah hated him but didn't want her hatred for him to deepen any further than it already had. Just as the phone rang out again, Doyle managed to calm himself down enough before deciding that this was enough. Getting Hannah wasn't just about having her body. However, despite everything that had happened between them so far, seeing how reluctant she was now made it difficult for Doyle too. Even if this was all just a ploy Hannah meant only for revenge against him.

Doyle moved slightly on her.

Suddenly, someone knocked urgently on their door from outside while Oscar had already left at this point.

Just as Oscar left, with one forceful push from her hands, she pushed Doyle away. Nothing had happened between them yet.

Doyle just looked at Hannah, who grabbed the blanket to cover herself. He knew she didn't want to continue. The knocking grew increasingly urgent inside their room until someone finally shouted out, "Prince Doyle! Princess Besse has committed suicide!"