CHAPTER 1097 FINDING SHIRLEY WILSON

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In a youth apartment complex on the outskirts, Skyler parked his sedan in the parking lot. After stepping out of the car, he slammed the door shut and hurried into the lobby on the first floor.

He rushed from home, speeding through the streets in his sedan, running countless red lights. His body was becoming increasingly uncontrollable.

On his way there, he had planned to go to the hospital for gastric lavage, but the medication had already been absorbed by his body, rendering the lavage in vain.

Following Matthew's given address, he went up to the 7th floor, apartment 709, and knocked on the door.

"Who is it?" Came the voice of Shirley from the living room.

Although the voice was not very clear, it only intensified Skyler's restlessness.

He knocked on the door once again, this time with greater force.

Shirley, who was watching a drama in the living room, got up and walked towards the door. When she saw Skyler through the peephole, she hesitated, unsure whether to let him in or not.

"Shirley, I know you're in there. Open the door!" he demanded.

Before, he would affectionately call her "Shir" with an indulgent tone, making Shirley feel special and believe she had found her true love.

But a series of recent events disrupted her firm belief and determination to be with Skyler.

With one hand supporting himself on the door panel and the other tugging at his collar, Skyler spoke with heavy breaths.

Observing his every move through the peephole, Shirley couldn't help but feel worried.

He... seems intoxicated.

After much hesitation, Shirley finally opened the door.

As soon as the door swung open, Skyler forcefully pushed it open and rushed in, embracing her and lifting her off the ground, then kicked the door shut.

"Sky, you… mm..."

Shirley didn't have time to react. She was held tightly in his arms and pressed against the wall, as he kissed her forcefully and rudely.

This action frightened Shirley, and she widened her eyes in panic, too afraid to resist.

Click—

With a sudden sound, Shirley, who was in a daze, snapped back to reality. Her thin strap nightgown

had been tossed on the ground like trash.

"Sky, you... you... you..." she stammered, unable to find the right words to say for a while.

The man with a stern expression held her head with his large hand and said coldly, "Who allowed you to leave without a sound? Damn it!"

Since knowing Skyler, Shirley had hardly seen him angry.

At that moment, he was like an enraged lion, his pitch-black eyes resembling a black hole that could devour her.

"Ah!!"

In her frightened state, Shirley was suddenly lifted. She instinctively exclaimed and reached out to hold his neck, saying, "You... I... I, I'm sorry..."

But all her explanations seemed feeble and powerless.

Ultimately, Shirley could only say, "I'm sorry".

However, the response she received from Skyler was cold and icy. "It's too late."

The room door swung open, and he threw her onto the bed. What followed was a storm-like ravaging, a reckless rampage. No matter how she begged for mercy, he had no intention of sparing her.

Shirley cried in a grievance, continuously apologizing. Skyler asked, "Will you dare to leave without a

word again?"

"No, never... I won't dare anymore."

With one instance of leaving without a word, Skyler tormented her like a madman, punishing her in this way.

Time passed, and Shirley, exhausted and weary, fell asleep, only to be awakened by him and then fell back into a sleepy state again.

The cycle repeated several times before Skyler finally ceased his actions.

He held her in his arms and drifted off to sleep, finding solace.

The next day, Skyler woke up naturally after a good night's sleep, only to open his eyes and realize that Shirley was no longer in bed.