Chapter 27: Chapter 27

Flora, whose hair was grabbed by him, endured the pain until her scalp went numb, and forced herself to look at him as she struggled to speak, "I will go and call someone to serve you a bath right away!"

It hurt so much! The pain was almost unbearable!

"I want you to serve me personally."

Joshua poured a bucket of ice water on her face, causing her to be shocked and embarrassed. With one hand entwined in her beautiful hair, his other hand slowly reached for the buttons on his shirt. As his hand passed, each small button fell off one by one, deepening the cold smile on his face!

Flora White! His former fiancee was a proud and arrogant woman! Maxwell allowed him to vent his anger, and he wouldn't let go of any chance to humiliate her. But why did he feel like he was the one being humiliated? Even if he took off his clothes, what could he do when he couldn't even stand up?

The only advantage was being able to see her panic, her agony. Compared to his broken leg, it was trivial, but it was enough as long as he made her pay!

"Let go of me..." Flora whimpered softly, tears of humiliation streaming down her face.

Joshua let go of her, but his hands that were undressing didn't stop, gently whispering in her ear, "Flora, did you hear me? I want to take a bath, and I need you to serve me throughout..."

He held her small hand and placed it on his waist, signaling her to continue what he had left unfinished. As soon as Flora's small hand touched his belt, she screamed in despair, pushing him forcefully and running out the door!

Joshua, who was almost knocked down, grabbed onto the liquor cabinet to steady himself, but he wasn't flustered. He watched Flora's panicked escape and felt a perverse sense of satisfaction rise within him. Her desperate scream made him want to laugh coldly even more!

Pervert! Everyone here is a pervert!

Flora ran out of Joshua's room, tears streaming down her face, and barely a few steps out, she collided into a broad embrace. She didn't even bother to figure out whether it was Maxwell or Oliver.

She held onto him and sobbed, "Please, don't make me serve Joshua! Please! You can hit me, scold me, punish me in other ways... Just don't make me serve Joshua again! Please!"

Her tears, the blood dripping from her fingertips, splattered on Maxwell's white shirt. Tears that could be seen every day on her still swollen face...

Maxwell felt that he had done something wrong, and that was bringing her to his room!

Lazily reclining on the sofa, Maxwell sipped his glass of wine. With a cold gaze, he watched Flora crying silently in the corner, knowing that there was only one reason she could enter this room - to bring him clothes and when he wanted to have sex with her!

And this time, without a doubt, there was no reason at all. Maxwell felt that he couldn't break his principles. Taking a sip of red wine, he looked at her indifferently and said, "Go inside and take a shower, move quickly!"

Flora lifted her tear-filled eyes and looked at his indifferent handsome face. She had escaped Joshua, but fell into the hands of Maxwell, equally pathetic. However, she had long been familiar with Maxwell's body, and she had long belonged to him. Subconsciously, she would still rather fall into his hands.

She didn't speak, knowing that she couldn't escape this time. She stood up, shook herself off, and walked towards the bathroom. Stepping into the bathroom, she filled the bathtub with warm water for herself and then got in.

Raising her finger, she looked at the still-bleeding wounds. She wondered why it wasn't a fatal injury. If it had been fatal, then she would have peacefully died.

Death?

Flora was startled by her thoughts, but once the idea of death took root in her mind, it was hard to uproot. If living meant such humiliation, she would rather die!

Flora stood up in the bathtub, her hair and the water from her upper body sliding down her skin. Through the misted mirror, she saw the ugly scars on her back once again!

Glancing around the bathroom, Flora noticed the razor blade that Maxwell used to shave. Without hesitation, she took it off the shelf and removed the blade. Giving herself no chance to hesitate or retreat, she clenched her teeth and made a deep cut on her own white and tender wrist.

Bright red blood gushed out instantly, and the wound wasn't as painful as Flora had imagined. It wasn't until she lay back in the bathtub and soaked the wound in water that the pain made her vision blur and her eyes go dizzy!

She couldn't distinguish whether it was the steam in the bathroom or her tears that blurred her vision. All she felt was that her sight was getting blurrier and her consciousness was fading.

Outside the bathroom, Maxwell listened to the rushing water inside, his frustration growing on his face. In his heart, he thought that this audacious woman was deliberately challenging his patience! He had told her to come out quickly, yet she still hadn't appeared after such a long time!

After waiting for another two or three minutes, Maxwell's patience reached its limit. Standing up from the sofa, he strode to the entrance of the bathroom and shouted, "If you don't come out now, I will throw you out immediately!"

The only response he received was the continued sound of rushing water.

"Flora!" Maxwell raised his voice, but it remained cold, cold with a subtle sense of urgency.

"Flora!" This was the second call, devoid of coldness and filled with impatience and unease. A sense of impending doom arose in his heart. After waiting for another ten seconds, Maxwell grew alarmed and kicked the bathroom door with force.

The bathroom door swung open! Before Maxwell's eyes, Flora lay silently in the bathtub, her eyes tightly shut, amidst the reddened water. The blood-red water had risen up to her neck, almost reaching her nose!

The bathroom floor was also stained red, with several razor blades scattered on the floor!