Can't Resist the Billionaire

Chapter 36 You're My Wife, Why Can't I Touch You

At night, Christopher gently laid beside me under the faint moonlight in the room. The moment he

rushed into the room, I deliberately turned around and didn't look at his face because I didn't know how

to face him. I had looked at this face for four years, which I still haven't seen enough of.

After Christopher laid down, he didn't immediately go to sleep. Instead, he stretched out his hand and

slowly moved around my waist, touching me and ignitng my desire in his usual way.

If it was in the past, I would probably be tired of responding to him. But now, I suddenly felt that he

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The second time, I swung his outstretched hand out and yelled at him, "Don't touch me!"

Christopher, who was very close behind me, stiffened . After hesitating for a moment, he suddenly

dragged his feet and turned over my body and pressed me under his body.

Under the moonlight, I couldn't see his face clearly. But his eyes with obvious unwillingness and

revenge left a deep impression on me.

"I'm your husband, so why can't I touch you?" Christopher pressed down on my wrist with one hand in

anger. While the other hand deliberately reached my lower part.

I deliberately clamped my legs to prevent him from taking the next step smoothly. "I'm on my period!"

In fact, I didn't have menstruation at all. I was in good health. I just didn’t want to make love with him.

Although we got along very well before. At this moment, I only had a knot in my heart!

Christopher sneered. He reached out and pressed his hand between my legs on purpose. He then

asked, "You're on your period? When did it happen?"

"Are you done or not? I don't want you to touch it, okay?" I angrily separated his right hand clasping my

hands and rolled aside.

Christopher, even I felt that I was dirty right now. How could you not think that I was dirty? Actually,

you're just unyeilding. You were just trying to find balance from me. Was there still love between us?

Christopher saw that I was about to leave. He turned around angrily and tried to pull me. "Jasmine, did

you take the wrong medicine? I can't even touch you, can I?"

His eyes were red, and his face was twisted because of my intentional avoidance. In the night, he

looked like a terrible demon, very horrible.

I got off the bed in a panic. Without thinking, I opened the door of the living room and ran straight to the

living room. Christopher seemed to have been provoked and ran out of the living room like a madman. I

was so scared that I opened the door of the living room and escaped directly from home.

Christopher was too strange tonight. He was so strange that it made me scared. I was really afraid that

he would eat me up if I was careless!

When I ran out, I was still wearing my pajamas. I didn't even take my phone or bag. I heard Christopher

calling me several times in the corridor. But because I was fast, he didn't catch up with me.I took the

elevator and went straight down to the first floor. Without thinking, I ran to the street and got a taxi.

But I was in a hurry when I came out, so I didn't take my wallet with me. After I got on the taxi, the

driver saw me wearing pajamas and ran out. He guessed that I had no money. So he asked me

deliberately. "Where are you going, girl? Don’t you need any help."

After thinking for a moment, I said to the driver embarrassedly. "Could you lend me your mobile phone,

please? Can I make a phone call?"

The driver looked at me and felt that I was not a bad person, so he really borrowed his mobile phone to

me. I took the phone and thought for a moment, and finally called Vincent.

In this city, apart from Christopher, I only knew Vincent. Although it was a little bad for me to call him, I

really had no other choice.

It took several calls to get through. Vincent probably didn't pick up because the number was strange to

him. Then he found that I kept calling, so he tried to answer it.

"Where are you? Can I come for you?" I asked Vincent cautiously.

Vincent must have not expected that I would go to him in the middle of the night, so he paused for a

moment and asked. "Did you quarrel with him?"

"No, uh, okay, we had a fight. I'm out of the house now and have nowhere to go!"

Vincent smiled proudly and then said to me, "Where are you? Wait for me to pick you up!"

I'll take a cab and meet you. You're still at the same hotel, aren't you? I'll be right there!" I said, about to

tell the driver in the front about the adress.

But Vincent suddenly stopped me on the phone, "Don't come over first. I'm not in the hotel. I'm here to

see someone. Tell me where you are. I'll be right there!"

"Well, okay, I am still at the gate of our community. When will you come over? I am a little scared!"

Christopher really made me feel a little scared tonight. Although I didn't see him following me when I

came out, I was afraid that once I got out of the taxi, he would immediately appear in front of me and

then drag me back!

Why did I now have such a strong sense of fear for Christopher? And why did I have a deep sense of

dependence on Vincent who had been tormenting me?

What happened to me?

After giving the order, Vincent hung up decisively. After hanging up the phone, I found that my right

ankle seemed to hurt a little. I looked down and saw that it was swollen. It turned out that I accidentally

sprained my foot when I was running out. But I was too afraid at that time, so I didn't notice it.

The pain in my ankle grew stronger and stronger. I tried to stretch my foot, only to find that I could not

move at all. If I got out of the car now and Christopher came out at the right time, I wouldn't even have

a chance to escape.

In desperation, I had to brazen and ask the driver who had been waiting for me to speak, "Sir, can I ask

you a favor? My foot seems to be swollen, so can I get off the car after my boyfriend gets here. You can

rest assured that I will pay you as much as I should!"

Maybe I meet someone nice tonight, so even if I made such an unreasonable request, the driver had

no intention to drive me away. "Okay, I think you've met some problems. Just stay in my car until he

comes!"

I quickly expressed my thanks to the kind-hearted person in front of me. Then, I turned back to look at

the entrance of the district behind me. When I saw that Christopher wasn't amongst the crowd, I

guessed that he probably wouldn't chase after me. This time, I secretly heaved a sigh of relief.

When the driver saw that I seemed to be especially scared, he asked me with concern. "Did you meet

a pervert? Maybe I can call the police for you.

"No, no, it's okay. My boyfriend will be here soon!"