Novel Sweet
Chapter 61 Torturing Her
Chapter 61 Torturing Her
Chapter 61 Torturing Her
It wasn't until Nicholas left that Avery managed to break free from his grasp. She said indifferently, "No.
I'm doing fine."
After a few days of rest, her complexion had become much rosier than before. She didn't look as weak
as before. Jacob murmured, "That's true. You've always been in good health."
Avery sneered inwardly, but instead of explaining, she took off the coat and said, "Mr. Hill, don't worry. I
will abide by the terms of the contract and won't remarry."
The divorce agreement was meticulously drafted by him, and although it included many material
benefits for her, the clause prohibiting her from remarrying effectively closed off all her options.
If she remarried, she would have to pay ten times the compensation fee.
That would be billions.
She signed the contract without hesitation only because she knew that she didn't have much time left.
The wine she had just consumed churned in her stomach, causing waves of pain that made her feel
like her body was being torn apart. She gritted her teeth and prepared to leave.
But her wrist was tightly grabbed by the man, exactly where Nicholas had touched her earlier.
"Mr. Hill, your fiancée is waiting for you. Do you want everyone to know that I'm your ex-wife?"
He ignored her words and coldly remarked, "It's dirty. Clean it."
Avery felt that there was something wrong with him, not her.
They were already divorced, yet his possessiveness seemed to have intensified, reaching a disturbing
level.
He forcibly dragged her into the elevator. Just as she was about to argue with him, the elevator stopped
on the fifth floor, and a group of drunken people squeezed in.
Jacob frowned, subtly stepped back, and cornered Avery. His tall figure isolated her from the others.
As she looked at his well-groomed figure in a tailored suit and his meticulously styled hair, she realized
that he was someone who could be extremely methodical and yet frighteningly crazy at the same time.
The contradiction made her feel fearful.
Avery felt the pain in her stomach intensify, as if every nerve in her body was being stabbed by
needles.
She longed for some support to catch her breath. However, she was in an elevator surrounded by
mirrors on all sides and stood behind her ex-husband in high heels. Even the slightest bend would
signify her weakness.
Just within reach was the broad back of the man, a place she had relied on many times before, but now Belongs to (N)ôvel/Drama.Org.
it seemed so distant that even a gentle touch was unattainable.
She counted the floors, and every second felt like an eternity.
Finally, they reached their destination. The Hill Group was involved in various industries, and this hotel
was one of his properties.
When he entered the password, she glanced at it and realized that it was the same as the code for the
safe. It was still related to her.
Before she could speculate about his intentions, her body was forcefully pulled into the room.
He casually discarded his coat, and in the blink of an eye, she was dragged into the bathroom.
Avery gritted her teeth against the pain and stared at him. "Mr. Hill, we are divorced. I don't have any
obligation to play the role of a faithful wife anymore. I'm leaving."
But his slender finger pressed the switch, and the icy water poured down from the showerhead, chilling
her to the bone.
"Jacob Hill!" She called out his name, word by word.
Under the cold water, Jacob cupped her face and looked at her with a deranged expression. "Avy,
didn't I tell you not to let anyone touch you? I don't like it, hmm?"