Can't Resist the Billionaire

Chapter 30 Who said I would let you go

I was stunned for a moment, and then I realized what he meant by "get down." He was letting me go,

which meant that he finally figured it out and I was free, wasn't it?

"Thank you! Thank you!" I thanked him several times in my heart. At the same time when the stone in

my heart fell to the ground, I opened the door and got out of the car decisively.

The moment I left his car, I felt that the air around me was rarely fresh and pure. It was too depressing

to be with Vincent, That's why I didn't like him.

In fact, he was very awesome. He was rich, handsome, and had good abilities. However, I didn't know

why I was not into him. Perhaps it was because at the beginning, he got me in such a despicable way. I

was actually a person who used to bear grudges. I didn't have a good impression of him for the first

time, so would never had a good feeling for him for the rest of my life.

Although my clothes were only a few buttons left by Vincent, and I could see my underwear clearly, it

didn't stop me from quickening my pace to go home. The feeling of freedom was really good, I said to

myself.

However, my happiness didn't last for a minute before it was shattered by the car that Vincent suddenly

turned back. He backed up so fiercely that I was totally unprepared that I was almost hit by him.

When Vincent quickly blocked the car in front of me, I had already opened the door and ordered

me."Get on the car!"

"No, there's no need. I can walk back myself!"

In the car, Vincent's eyes told me that he was not kind enough to send me home at this moment. But in

order not to embarrass the atmosphere and not to end it, I deliberately appeased him.

Vincent's sexy mouth curved slightly, and a strange sneer appeared. "Who gave you such a good

sense of self-indulgence? I'll give you one minute to get on the car, or I'll make you look good!"

"What the hell do you want to do?"

Didn't you promise to let me go? Talking doesn’t count, it’s not so fast, right. Turning the book is not as

fast as you turn your face

"Get on the car!" Vincent deliberately raised his hand to look at his watch and threatened me. "There

are still half a minute!"

Even if I were beaten to death, I wouldn't get on his car. Damn it, I finally got the freedom and didn't

enjoy it at all. But this guy regrets it? Is he still a man?

"You broke your promise. Are you still a man?" I was so angry that I stomped my feet and was about to

leave. But he was so good at parking that he blocked me in the corner. There was a wall behind me

and his car in front of me. I didn't even have a chance to escape.

"Whether I'm a man or not, I'll let you know later!" Vincent reached out his hand and patted the

passenger seat, signaling me to get on the car. "Since I can't change my mind, then we'd better

maintain this relationship. Get in the car!"

Vincent's eyes became cold and hard. He glared at me and saw that I was still standing there, as if he

had lost all his patience. He said angrily. "You won't come up, will you? Well, I'll go to your house.

Now!"

"Dare you, Vincent, you bastard!" I reluctantly climbed into his car while shedding tears. Once again, I

had to compromise.

Although I made a compromise to him at the best time, my heart was filled with hatred. So even if I got

on his car, my tears never stopped.

Perhaps Vincent was finally annoyed by my crying. As he drove, he handed me a tissue. "Don't cry, I

won't do anything to you."

I wiped my tears and glared at him. Then I said angrily. "What do you want to do with me? Just kill me!"

"Who will sleep with me after I kill you? I haven't tired of you yet!" Vincent's cold smile made me

desperate, making my heart sink.

I know, I did’t have any hope. He messed up with me, so I could only follow his order. But when will

such a day come to an end?

"What can I do for you to let me go?"

"If you serve me well tonight, I might let you go before dawn!"

"I ask you when you will let me go completely after you am tired of me!" I yelled at Vincent loudly.

"Does the more I resist, the more interesting he feels? What if I don't resist? Will he get tired of me

soon?"

"A lifetime!" Vincent turned his head to look at me, a determined look flashing in his eyes.

If he said it was a lifetime, it must be a lifetime, then wouldn't that be...

"Don't force me!" I gritted my teeth and said to him, "Vincent, give me a clear time and don't go back on

your words. Otherwise, the rabbit will bite when it gets angry!"

"Then bite me tonight and I'll eat it for you!" In the face of my serious expression, Vincent deliberately

acted indecently.

While speaking, he had already driven the car to the door of the hotel. When he opened the door and

got off the car, I stubbornly sat in the front passenger seat without moving, but this did not mean that I

could escape. On the contrary, this would make him more ruthless!

Vincent turned around and came to the passenger seat. He opened the door rudely and pulled me out ConTEent bel0ngs to Nôv(e)lD/rama(.)Org .

of the car. I almost fell off the car because of his pulling.

"Jasmine, my endurance is limited. I don't want to be tortured by me later, so you better cooperate!"

After glaring at me, he continued to grab my hand and walked to the hotel.

On the way, I was dragged out of the room by him and then got on the bed. At this time, Vincent's

anger had eased a little. He didn't continue to be rude to me as before, but just held my hand. He was

somewhat unwilling to give up and asked me helplessly. "What happened between us? Didn't we still

feel happy when we were together last night?"

After that, he reached out his hand and wiped the tears on my face. He was a little distressed and

bowed his head to kiss my lips, but did not take further action. "Jasmine, I really came here for a result.

I think you can divorce him in any way. As long as you distance yourself from him. Why can't you do it?

Why?"

"Vincent, don't force me. I already told you, even if Christopher and I divorce, we can't be together!" I

turned my face to the side, intentionally not looking at Vincent's slightly injured eyes. I knew that the

sadness in his eyes was real, but I wasn't moved. I only felt a little agitated for some reason.

Did he really fall in love with me? If that was the case, would I still have the chance to free myself?

I didn’t want to continue with him like this. No matter whether we can become officially married in the

future or not. This abnormal love from the beginning would make me feel sick all my life, like a fishbone

getting stuck in the throat.