The Billionaire’s Unexpected Treasure

“What … what?” Blair poked her head out of Clayton’s arms in shock, “So how is she now?”

She asked nervously.

“She’s fine Blair, her grandmother has passed away, you were her best friend once, leave her alone.”

Clayton said with a lament.

From the mouse incident in the house to the car accident and Flora’s intentional murder, all this mess has been seen time and again since Blair.

He was not a fool, and did not believe that there would be so many coincidences in the world, but he chose to believe Blair.

This is all because of his cowardice, unwilling to see the white moonlight in his heart, tainted by a little dirt.

He wiped away the last tear from the corner of Blair’s eye and left the hospital with the words “Get some rest”.

“Flora, why don’t you die!”

Blair was left alone in the ward, she was clenching her teeth and shouting, the quilt in her hand was almost torn apart by her.

She struggled to move her body and ruthlessly pressed a series of numbers on the landline.

“I want Flora dead!”

Blair hissed into the phone.

…

Clayton returned home and Flora was asleep.

“Sir.”

The butler stood respectfully behind him, picking up his suit, and dinner was already on the table.

“Has she eaten her dinner yet?”

Clayton looked askance at upstairs, even he himself did not know, already why he would come back in spite of everything, his heart suddenly a little ridiculous.

“Miss Wood has already eaten, the medicine is also taken on time, even the doctor to her consultation is also very cooperative.”

The housekeeper gave a full report of Flora’s performance today.

Clayton nodded slightly, his heart suddenly relieved a lot, if she can early as now to restrain their hostility, will not get himself into this situation.

He simply ate his meal and returned to his room, but Flora disappeared from the bed, and he slammed the door.

He didn’t have to think about it to know where Flora had gone. He quickly turned around and kicked the door of her original room open with a bang, and there she was lying peacefully.

“Flora, does sleeping with me disgust you that much?”

Clayton, who had no idea where his anger came from, knelt down on one knee at the edge of the bed and held Flora’s shoulders with his hands like an iron grip.

Flora was awakened by the loud noise, she looked at Clayton in front of her as if he was a demon, instantly averted her eyes.

“Look at me and talk!”

Clayton angrily rebuked Flora, what he can not stand is Flora this kind of treatment, it is clear that once she was chasing after him, and now indifferent.

What does she take him for, Clayton? A doll?

“Yes, I don’t want to see you at all.”

Flora hardened her head, her words unprecedentedly desperate.

“You … you’re not afraid of me anymore?”

Clayton looked at Flora in a daze, her eyes clearly telling herself that Flora was now not only no longer afraid of him, but not even a trace of emotion existed.

“I’m not even afraid of death, what’s there to be afraid of?”

Flora sneered at Clayton, she wasn’t afraid of what Clayton would do to her again, an empty shell, as long as she didn’t die, those were just external things to her.

“You!”

Clayton was defeated for the first time, he glared at Flora angrily, the accident in the corner of his eyes flickered incessantly.

“Has Mr Ward made enough of this? If Mr Ward does not want the news of Mrs Ward’s bizarre death to come out tomorrow morning, please take the door with you when you go out.”

Flora finished as if nothing had happened, pulled the covers over her body and turned over to sleep, not caring if Clayton was really angry.

However, if Clayton was really that easy to get rid of, he wouldn’t have been stuck with her for so long.

Clayton was not slow to unbutton his shirt and lift the quilt to lie on Flora’s side without any problem.

Flora suddenly jumped in shock, she stared unexpectedly at the man at her side and tried to push him down, however her head snapped into vertigo and she instantly fell into Clayton’s chest.

“Mmmm …”

Clayton grunted in pain at her sudden impact, and he clamped down on Flora’s chin to stop her from leaving.

“Flora, is your head made of iron?” Clayton glared at Flora with no good grace.

Only to see Flora pushing Clayton away again with force, the weird ambiguity made her face flush without reason.

“I originally thought Mr Ward was faithful to his feelings, but now it seems to be no more than that.”

Flora looked at Clayton with contempt, just returned from Blair’s place, to share a bed with her, Flora only felt sick.

She looked at Clayton’s appearance on the verge of anger, but finally swallowed all the words on her lips, Blair has always been the white moonlight in Clayton’s heart, even if she and Daniel’s matter said out, he would not believe.

When she thought of Daniel, her heart was once again fiercely seized together and her stomach churned.

“Who are you to judge me? You’re still the same, saying you’re kicking me out, but in reality you couldn’t resist throwing yourself at me a long time ago.”

Clayton’s anger surged all over his body, and he pressed Flora to death, not giving her any chance to move.

There was only a crisp cloth sound, Flora’s clothes suddenly turned into a pile of pieces and scattered on the floor.

“Clayton, you don’t go too far.”

Flora subconsciously reached out to push Clayton away, only to see the man imprisoning her arms.

“Flora, don’t play these lustful tricks with me, I look disgusting.”

Clayton said sneeringly, he just couldn’t stand the way Flora was sneering at her.

So whether it was a verbal insult or a physical injury, as long as Flora was in pain, he was happy.

Flora, after all, is seriously wounded, plus the original and Clayton power disparity, can only watch Clayton confined himself.

The next moment, Clayton indifferently buried in his neck, this is the first time in the past came Clayton kissed her.

In the past, he never bothered to do any prelude, caught her and then rampaged without pain, completely using her as a tool to ventilate.All text © NôvelD(r)a'ma.Org.

Flora clenched her teeth, feeling the sticky touch on her neck, the scene of that night three years ago was like a poison that went through her head.

The shame of that night was the worst nightmare of her life, and in a flash she pushed Clayton off the bed with a force she didn’t know where she got.

Not waiting for Clayton to react, only to see Flora quickly put on the sheet, jumped out of bed and ran straight to the bathroom, kneeling at the toilet and vomiting.

Until the acid in the stomach were vomited out, she still did not get a little relief, she rubbed the sticky feeling at the neck, even if the place was rubbed red and swollen, she did not have any movement.

The more Flora thought about it, the harder her hands moved.

“Flora, do I disgust you that much?”

Clayton angrily looked at the place he kissed, by Flora has rubbed through the blood, sudden anger, anger greater than reason.

He picked Flora up from the floor, trapped her against the wall and rose again, the more Flora struggled the harder he moved his hands.

The more Flora struggled, the harder he moved his hands. He kissed Flora directly on the lips, and for three years he never knew what Flora’s lips tasted like.

However now the more she wanted to keep everything, the more he had to take it all back.

“Let … go of me, um … Clayton, you crazy … you let go of me.”

Flora hissed and struggled, yet all the punches and kicks were as if they had hit a sponge and did nothing at all.

“Flora, let me see who you’re really saving your body for, don’t forget we’re not divorced yet, you’re still my wife, I want you, no one can stop me.”

Clayton also thought Flora was saving her body for Theo, and his mind was instantly filled with scenes of her and Theo making love.

He pulled the sheet off Flora’s body and with his other hand turned on the shower bar, spraying the cold water straight onto their bodies.

“Ah!”

The heartbreaking pain did not ease half of it under the rushing water, Flora bit her lower lip fiercely, her whole body pressed against the cold tile wall, her hands groping backward helplessly, but she could not grasp anything.

“Clayton, I hate you.”

The double torture, mental and physical, made Flora unable to tense up any longer and roared out fiercely.

She had never felt so dirty as she did at this moment.