It hurt!

The sensation of having sex without any foreplay brought nothing but pain to Aveline. Her face turned pale instantly as she struggled even harder. She didn't want this!This text is property of Nô/velD/rama.Org.

However, Lucas' eyes grew increasingly red. He gripped her wrists and waist, ruthlessly tormenting her.

Aveline trembled in agony, tears streaming down her face. "Lucas, you're a bastard!"

Lucas bent down to kiss away her tears, but his actions were far from gentle. He seemed like a different person altogether.

After a long time...

Aveline's eyes were swollen from crying. Only then did Lucas stop, his eyes darkened as he looked at the marks on her body, especially the fingerprints on her waist. He lit a cigarette. Aveline trembled as she gasped for breath. It took her a while to calm down before she got up and headed towards the bathroom. But as she tried to stand, her legs couldn't stop shaking. Lucas watched coldly. When she entered the bathroom, he suddenly noticed the bloodstains on the sheets. His expression darkened as he got up and walked to the bathroom. Opening the door, he saw Aveline standing under the shower, her face extremely pale and pained.

"Aveline!" Lucas rushed over and held her, her body going limp. She fainted instantly!

Lucas' expression tightened, a sharp pain stabbing his heart. He quickly dressed both of them and carried her out of the Tudor family estate.

At the hospital...

The doctor examined Aveline, occasionally glancing at Lucas with a frown. Lucas stared intently at Aveline. When the doctor looked over again, Lucas

asked coldly, "What are you looking at?"

After the examination, the doctor frowned and asked, "What is your relationship?"

Lucas replied, "Does it matter?"

The doctor's expression grew darker. Just then, Aveline slowly woke up. The doctor saw this and asked, "Do you need me to call the police?"

As he spoke, he cast a wary glance at Lucas.

Lucas couldn't help but laugh in anger. "We're married!"

The doctor frowned and said, "Even between a married couple, you can't be too rough. She has severe tears and needs proper care. She can't go through such strenuous activity again!"

The doctor's tone was very serious.

Lucas pressed his lips together, saying nothing.

The doctor prescribed some medication.

Aveline remained silent the entire time, staring blankly at the ceiling. She didn't react until she felt herself being lifted. The touch of his hands filled her with fear, making her face even paler as she instinctively struggled.

"Don't move," Lucas said in a low voice. "Or you'll fall."

Aveline's eyes, still red and swollen, focused a little. She said hoarsely, "Lucas."

Lucas interrupted her, "Don't say things I don't want to hear."

Aveline bit her lip in pain and sadness. The physical pain and the emotional agony made her feel like she was about to die. Why was it so unbearable? Why wouldn't he just let her go?

Lucas brought her back to the Tudor residence, laid her on the bed, and reached to take off her pants.

"What are you doing?" Aveline screamed, her eyes filled with terror.

Lucas was startled, not expecting such a strong reaction. "You need the medication."

Aveline shook her head in defiance. "I don't need you. I can do it myself. Just give me the medicine!"

Lucas' face darkened, and he looked down at her intently.

Aveline bit her lip stubbornly, refusing to let him touch her.

They were at a standstill, neither backing down. Lucas finally said, "You can't see the wound, but I can. Aveline, be good. If you resist, you'll only hurt yourself more:"