Chapter 36: Chapter 36
Looking at Maxwell in his current state, Flora could sense his anger reaching its peak. She couldn't imagine what punishment awaited her next. Suddenly, Betty's words came to mind—how he almost shot the maid. Could he possibly aim a gun at her head?
Dragging Flora into his bedroom, Maxwell threw her to the floor, his furious gaze glaring at her intensely.
Terrified, Flora struggled to suppress her panic and began explaining, "Big Young Master, I went to the third floor to find Mimi for the Madam. Mimi was indeed on the third floor, as you just saw." Thinking about the unfortunate fate of Mimi, Flora felt a wave of regret.
Maxwell bent down, looking down at her, and gritted his teeth, "Was it just to find Mimi? Miss White, have you been longing for the third floor all along? Do you want to move up and live with that woman?"
"No! No, please!" Flora urgently shook her head, the thought of those days without even seeing sunlight terrifying her. However, today she had gained something valuable—she satisfied her curiosity and discovered that Maxwell had such a fiancée. And his fiancée had an affair with Oliver. That must be the gist of the story, right?
Flora finally understood why he hated her so much. He had said he despised women who betrayed men, and her betrayal was different from that woman's. Besides, Joshua betrayed her first!
"So, how do you think I should punish you?" Maxwell extended his right hand, lifting her chin, and coldly asked as he examined her.
"You punish me every day, don't you?" Flora sneered at him.
"But you still refuse to learn!" Maxwell grabbed her forcefully, bending down to kiss her fiercely. He no longer knew what methods he could use to punish her because she seemed to fear nothing!
Only when forcing an intimate encounter did she resist, enduring his onslaught with bitten lips, and that's when he punished her in this way!
"Ugh..." Flora instinctively began to struggle, but her body was tightly held by Maxwell, and she couldn't move. Her lips were completely invaded, and she no longer felt panic and fear towards his affection, just a lingering repulsion.
He never understood how to be gentle with her—not that he couldn't, but that he wouldn't!
"It hurts!" Flora cried out in pain.
He was rougher and more brutal than before! She knew he must be venting his frustration on her, mistaking her for the woman upstairs!
Maxwell's hands ruthlessly kneaded every part of her body. Yes, he hated this kind of woman! He despised disloyal women who were engaged, yet falling for someone else!
His hatred transformed into a tumultuous act of release, torturing Flora to scream, and he, deriving pleasure from her pain!
"Maxwell! You pervert! Ouch—let go of me!" Flora couldn't bear the waves of pain coursing through her body, screaming and struggling. Her hands clawed at the wool carpet, but they found nothing.
Maxwell, biting and gnawing at her sensitive areas, roared angrily, "I hate disloyal women like you the most. I want you to pay a painful price for your betrayal!" His voice was brutal and bloodthirsty, low and icy!
Flora knew he mistook her for the woman on the third floor. Oh God! Why did that woman provoke him like this, implicating her like this?
"Ugh... Maxwell! I'm not your fiancée! She betrayed you; you forced yourself on her! Ugh..."
"Shut up! Shut up!" Maxwell, furious as if a wound had been struck, shouted, using his hand to clamp down on her jaw, silencing her. He didn't want to hear a single word about that woman, especially from Flora's mouth! It was the biggest disgrace of his life, his stain!
Flora, silenced by him, her clothes torn open, struggled and rolled on the floor. The nearby table shook and clattered as items on it rolled to the ground.
As Maxwell was about to tear off her last piece of clothing, Flora's groping hand found a bottle of red wine. Without much consideration, she lifted the bottle and smashed it onto Maxwell's forehead. The bottle shattered with a resounding crash, mixing with his muffled groan, and red liquid splattered over both of them, drenching the floor!
Flora was stunned, staring at Maxwell's broken forehead, blood and wine dripping down. It was a horrifying sight! Maxwell glared at her in fury, his sharp gaze gradually dimming, losing its luster. Finally, he collapsed to the ground.
Flora screamed, hastily struggling out from under Maxwell, clumsily putting on her clothes. She covered her mouth with her hand, suppressing any sounds, staying calm! She had to stay calm!
If she attracted the attention of the members of the Smith Family now, she would not get away with it, and she might even be killed! Maxwell! This was his own doing! Wasn't she always hoping for his death? The chance had come, perfect!
As Flora thought about it, tears welled up in her eyes. She didn't know if those tears were scared out of her or...
She crouched beside Maxwell, placed her fingers in front of his nose, and discovered that he still had breath. Carefully, she flipped him over to prevent him from suffocating on the floor.
Staring at the motionless Maxwell on the carpet, Flora felt at a loss as she observed him. Then, she turned and rushed to the cabinet, pulling out the first aid kit. While hugging the kit, she turned back, and the fruit knife on the table suddenly caught her eye.
Yes! Wasn't she supposed to retaliate by giving him two more cuts now? He bullied her, humiliated her, took away her innocence, and even abused Henry! He truly deserved to die! A hundred deaths wouldn't be enough!
Flora grabbed the fruit knife from the table, trembling as she raised it to his chest. All it would take was one swift strike, and she could finally seek revenge! Perhaps she would die, but either way, it seemed better than staying by his side!