Dauntless God Of War

Chapter 293

Wrenna released Harold and rolled her eyes at him as she spoke.

However, there was a faint sense of disappointment in her heart.

Not long after, both of them began drinking.

This time, they had red wine instead.

“Do you still remember the story I told you in the hospital? Actually, I was talking about myself. Back then, my mom and I...”

Harold related to Wrenna everything that had happened since his childhood, including the time when he had mistaken Brittany for Isabella upon returning to the city after leaving the army.

It was something he had been keeping in his heart all this while. But now that he had a listener, he told her about it in great detail.

Truth be told, he could have cleared the air with Isabella, but he had chosen not to, for he wanted her to fall for him for who he was and not simply because he was the God of War.

At the same time, he didn't want Isabella to blame him for hiding the truth from her.

That was why when she had refused to believe that he was the God of War, he had allowed her misconception to perpetuate, as he planned to win her heart gradually.

Only when she had fallen for him would he choose to reveal his true identity to her, which would come as a pleasant surprise.

After listening to Harold's story, the captivated Wrenna couldn't help but sigh.

“Why are you sighing? I'm the one who should be sighing since I'm getting divorced tomorrow,” Harold said, confused.

“I'm sighing because I wish I was her.”

Upon baring her feelings, Wrenna downed the red wine in her glass.

Subsequently, she pretended to be woozy and collapsed into Harold's arms.

Wrenna, eyes closed, had a reddish tint on her porcelain white cheeks. The curves of her figure were faintly obvious through the thin silk nightgown she was wearing.

The sensuous sight caused Harold to freeze and his throat began to feel dry.

Nonetheless, the thought that he was going to City Hall to divorce Isabella jolted him back to his senses.

After a brief hesitation, Harold carried Wrenna in his arms and walked toward the bedroom.

Lying in his embrace and pretending to be drunk, Wrenna could feel the contours of his chest, and her heart began to race.

Is he going to... do it with me?

When she opened her eyes to peek and saw Harold taking her to the bedroom, she felt excited and nervous at the same time. Material © of NôvelDrama.Org.

Even though I'm already thirty, I'm still as attractive as ever. Despite all his claims about not being able to accept another woman, a little alcohol and scheming on my part was all that it took to stimulate his urges. Obviously, no man can resist the temptations of the flesh! Despite being the invincible God of War, he's nothing more than a man still.

Leaning coyly in his embrace, Wrenna let her imagination run wild.

The closer she got to her bed, the faster her heart pounded.

However, what came as a surprise was that Harold tucked her in after carrying her there.

He then gave her a look before turning around to leave.

It was then that Wrenna suddenly opened her big beautiful eyes.

“Mr. Campbell, why? I don't care about recognition. All I want is for you to spend the night with me. Can't you even satisfy this tiny wish of mine?” Wrenna pleaded when he reached the door.