The Deserted Rich Beauty (Nicole and eric)
Chapter 2119 Is He Better Than Me?

In the next second, Sean just stood up and glanced at them.

"You guys can eat. I have something else to do."

Melissa looked at his back as he went upstairs and felt disheartened.

Disappointment was written all over her face because she cooked this meal with all her heart.

Tate called her over.

"Melissa, come and eat with us. Don't be a stranger."

Melissa forced a smile and walked over.

"Maybe Mr. Moore isn't used to my cooking. I have to improve myself." Lex smiled and said, "No need! The boss has always been very picky. Unless his meals are made by special chefs, he won't eat them." Melissa's face changed slightly, and she smiled embarrassedly.

"Really?"

Upstairs.

Yvette squatted in the corner and looked like she had lost her mind. She looked so wretched and listless.

She trembled when Sean pushed open the door and came in, but she did not say a word.

Sean raised his eyebrows, walked over, took out a sharp knife at his waist, and cut off the rope at her feet.

Yvette looked at him in surprise and vigilance.

"What do you want to do?"

When their eyes met, Sean lowered his head and pointed in the direction of the bathroom.

"Go take a shower and change your clothes. I don't want you to stink up the room, then I'll have to trouble Melissa to come in and clean up after you."

Yvette gritted her teeth, stared at him deadly for a second, and stood up against the wall.

She had not eaten for a day, so she felt dizzy when she stood up.

A hand next to her held her arm so tightly that it could break her wrist.

Yvette felt the pain and winced.

Sean immediately let go of her and sneered.

"After all this time, you're still so squeamish."

Yvette glared at him and walked toward the bathroom with disgust and anger.

Sean's eyes sank.

When Yvette closed the door, a hand suddenly blocked her way.

"What else do you want?"

Sean had a lustful smile on his face as he said, "I'll help you wash up."

"No need."

"It's not that I haven't helped you wash up before. I want to help refresh your memory of our past."

After that, Sean carried Yvette and placed her on top of the sink. A forceful kiss soon

followed.

Sean was aggressive. He was more reckless and impatient than he was back then.

However, the more saddening change was that there was no longer any warmth in his eyes. Instead, his eyes were so dark and deep that she could not read him.

Even when he was at a high, his eyes were always like those of a poisonous snake. It was as if he could kill someone anytime, anywhere.

It was useless no matter how much Yvette cried or struggled.

The more she struggled, the rougher he was.

He did not care for her enjoyment at all.

Back then, they had sex because they were emotionally attached, so they both enjoyed it.

Now, they were just torturing each other.

After multiple times and hours, Yvette was in a trance. Her voice was hoarse, and her whole body was sore as if someone had peeled off her skin.

She seemed to feel that Sean helped her take a bath and put her on the bed.

He did not leave and lay beside her.

When she was about to fall asleep, she heard his gruff voice lingering in her ears.

"Is he better than me? How can you actually fall in love with him, Yvette? But now, you're finally back at my side."

It was a night without dreams.

Yvette finally had a good sleep after the huge shock and panic.

She slept soundly that night because she was exhausted.

The man next to her had been looking at her for a long time.

The emotions in his eyes fluctuated.

Finally, he sighed and lay down beside her.

When Yvette opened her eyes again, there was no one around her.

The room was empty.

Yvette got up abruptly. To her surprise, the rope that bound her feet was gone.

She jumped off the bed as if she was freed.

The next second, the door opened.

Yvette's smile instantly stiffened.

The one who opened the door was Melissa. She came in with a bowl of oatmeal and some side dishes.

"Ms. Quimbey, you must be hungry. Eat something before you go back to sleep."

Yvette froze as if someone had punched her in the chest.

She felt stuffy and hurt.

Yvette was still trapped in the same situation and had to be told when to eat.

She did not want to eat their food, but she did not want to die here either. Lance was not dead yet.

She had to go out alive and replace Lance because she owed him too much.

Yvette no longer treated Lance as a mere partner in their marriage of convenience that she could rely on.

Lance's tolerance and love softened Yvette's heart and changed her.

She had fallen for her husband long ago.

It was just she thought she had all the time in the world to express her long-lasting love to him.

However, seeing her current situation, Yvette regretted it.

Yvette always caused all kinds of trouble, and Lance taught her to handle things while he taught her to be a better person.

Lance was such a gentle and pure person. Besides making money, he would spend time coaxing her.

However, he was in a coma because of her.

How could Yvette be at ease?

At that thought, Yvette looked up at the person standing at the door.

"Fine, I'll eat."

Melissa smiled, walked in, and saw that Yvette had changed into a brand new dress. However, there were a lot of love bites on Yvette's chest that seemed to explain the noise she heard last night. Melissa quickly lowered her head to hide her gaze.

She forced herself not to look, and her smile was a little forced and pale.

"You haven't eaten for a day, so you can't eat greasy food. Have some oatmeal to fill your stomach, and I'll cook whatever you feel like eating at noon."

Yvette looked at her and frowned slightly. She inadvertently thought of the exposed marks on her chest and felt disgusted, so she lifted her dress to cover up.

She sat on the ground and saw that the bowl and spoon were made of stainless steel. Was it because they were afraid Yvette would break it?

How thorough!

Yvette's eyes were indifferent. She took a deep breath to calm herself down.

"Where's Sean?"

Melissa pursed her lips slightly and smiled faintly.

"Mr. Moore is out. Don't worry, he told us not to tie you up anymore as long as you behave. You can move freely in this room."

Yvette sneered and showed no appreciation at all.

She was still confined in this room, so what was the difference? She was just like a caged dog.

Melissa watched her eat with curiosity and some strange emotions.

Yvette suddenly raised her head, which startled Melissa.

"Melissa, why are you staring at me? And why are you here?"

Yvette thought that Sean probably forced Melissa to stay.

Unexpectedly, Melissa paused and said," He helped me before, so I want to help him too."

Yvette frowned and did not care about the relationship between them at all.

Melissa was not a standout beauty. She looked pure, naive, and easily deceived.

Sean did not like this type of woman because it was too similar to his ex-wife.

Thus, Yvette did not think that their relationship was romantic.

"Do you know what business Sean is doing now? Isn't he afraid of causing trouble by keeping me locked up here?"

Melissa stared at her for a few seconds before she opened her mouth.

"He's doing illegal business anyway. Aren't money laundering, drug dealing, and underground brothels commonplace to you anyway? Ms. Quimbey, you should be familiar with these since you like to frequent bars and clubs, right?"