Forced to Marry Mr. Billionaire
Chapter 490: I’m Telling You to Speak!

Chapter 490: Chapter 490: I’m Telling You to Speak!

Upon returning to the villa, the man grabbed her hand and vigorously ascended the stairs with her to the bedroom.

Slamming the door shut, he forcefully pressed her against it and harshly kissed her, fiercely biting her lips.

His heart filled with anger and discomfort, he desperately needed to vent.

Had she really run away again, did she so despise staying by his side?

Or had she truly fallen in love with Yun Feiyang, feeling nothing for him?

Just contemplating such a possibility made the man feel breathless, with an urge to destroy everything. She was his, and the person she loved had to be him, no one else!

Tang Yuchen’s eyes darkened as he tightly embraced the woman before him, binding her so close that he wished he could meld her into his flesh and blood, making them one, so that she could never leave him.

His kisses became more and more intense, more suffocating.

Yet, An Ruo passively let him vent without a hint of resistance.

Her compliance made him feel defeated, powerless, and even more enraged.

Picking her up forcefully, he moved towards the large bed and heavily pinned her down, frantically tearing at her clothes.

"An Ruo, what should I do to punish you, hmm?" Tang Yuchen looked up, his eyes dangerously narrowed as he asked her.

An Ruo with her vacant eyes merely gave him a faint glance.

"Speak!" He grabbed her chin tightly and growled through clenched teeth.

He detested her coldness towards him, which felt even worse than if they were arguing.

He didn’t fear her hatred, her disgust, but the thought of her being indifferent, with no place for him in her heart anymore.

An Ruo met his sinister gaze, her lips barely curving, yet she said nothing.

"I told you to speak!" The angry man fiercely punched the air beside her ear, the bed shaking slightly.

"What do you want me to say? Tang Yuchen, you can punish me however you want, because... I’m already living in hell."

So, any more pain was superfluous to her.

Let him do what he wants.

Tang Yuchen shuddered, his eyes momentarily showing a flicker of panic.

But he quickly regained his composure, coldly saying, "Fine, if you don’t care, then neither will I."

He kissed her once again, swiftly tearing off her clothes, his burning hands crudely kneading her body.

This was a love devoid of any tenderness; there was no compassion nor consideration. It was just a release, a domineering possession, and a crude punishment.

Time and again, the man on top seemed tireless.

Although their bodies were closely aligned, he felt that the distance between their souls grew ever wider.

The temperature in the bedroom was high, their bodies covered in sweat, yet they both felt very cold.

Not a physical cold, but a coldness of heart.

An Ruo closed her eyes in pain, unable to understand why their relationship had come to this point.

Suddenly, the man on top withdrew and strode away from the bedroom, slamming the door shut behind him.

The room that had just been filled with intimacy was now filled with solitude and a biting cold.

An Ruo pulled the blanket over her body, curling up tightly, her eyes shut as if she were asleep, but her trembling lashes and pale complexion betrayed her painful emotions at that moment.

Wrapped in a bathrobe, Tang Yuchen went to the study. He stood on the balcony and lit a cigarette, inhaling deeply.

As he and An Ruo grew increasingly distant, this was not the outcome he wanted.

But he couldn’t let her go. If he really couldn’t keep her heart, keeping her body was still something.