Secretly Married to a Wealthy Husband-Chapter 970 - Youre drunk let go of me
Chapter 970: Chapter 970: You’re drunk, let go of me!
Chapter 970 -970: You’re drunk, let go of me!
Before she could react, she heard Aiden Bewell’s voice filled with rage.
“Why? I’ve pursued you so hard for such a long time, I’ve been so sincere, yet you play with my earnestness as if it’s a game? You’re trying to date me on one hand, while being intimate with other men on the other. What exactly do you take me, the Second Young Master of the Bewell Group, for!?”
Remembering the image of their kiss at the entrance of Walker Manor that night, Aiden Bewell felt a surge of anger well up inside of him. Having had some drinks, his wrath sprout from his heart, with his eyes burning with fury staring straight at the woman in front of him!
Looking at the man before her, Camila Walker frowned slightly; it was clear that Aiden Bewell had drunk too much.
“Aiden Bewell, you are drunk. Let go of me!” She felt uncomfortable trying to break free from his hands on her shoulders.
At this moment, his friends inside the private room were somewhat astonished by the scene unfolding.
However, none of them stood up, but rather watched the scene unfold with puzzled silence.
It seemed that the young Mr. Bewell had been dumped by this woman, which explained why he was sulking and drinking today.
Looking at the woman before him, Aiden Bewell paid no attention to her words but was driven by the potency of the alcohol to possess this woman from the bottom of his heart.
Watching her stubborn face, acting as if she was worlds away, Aiden Bewell felt even more enraged. What was he lacking compared to Clayton Howard? Why did he have to lose to a man with neither status nor identity?
A man’s pride is always strong, especially in matters of women—they simply cannot afford to lose face.
Seeing her trying ceaselessly to break free, Aiden Bewell could no longer bear it. He didn’t care that there were others in the room, and he leaned in, intending to kiss her forcefully.
Camila Walker, terrified, twisted her face away. The last time in the restroom of Rice Restaurant flashed through her mind.
“Aiden Bewell!”
At this time, Aiden Bewell seemed to have lost all reason, desiring only to possess this woman!
He pinned her against the doorframe of the private room, relentlessly kissing her right cheek, all the way down to her clavicle.
In the end, he didn’t care about anything and furiously reached out to tear the collar of her chest…
It was well known that those who could come here were people of status and position, so the waiters passing through the corridor would turn a blind eye to such a scene—it was not uncommon here.
Feeling a trace of coolness on her chest, Camila Walker’s eyes widened in shock, and she kept shouting, “Aiden Bewell, let me go!”
She desperately tried to withdraw her hands and push away the imposing Aiden Bewell but to no avail due to his great strength.
Seemingly finding it inconvenient to do so against the doorframe, he simply picked her up and, in front of several friends, pressed her onto the sofa…
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Camila Walker trembled with fear; she had never imagined the always respectful Aiden Bewell could have such a beastly side.
And his friends just stared, as if watching a thrilling play, with no one coming to her rescue.
Right now, her only option was to save herself!
At this time, Aiden Bewell had already lost all rationality, ferociously kissing her clavicle and beginning to tear at her clothes with both hands.
Camila Walker turned her head and caught a glimpse of whiskey on the tea table. Without thinking, she reached out, grabbed a bottle of red wine, and viciously smashed it against the head buried in her chest—
