Noble Marriage
Chapter 413: He’s Not Even Worthy of Hate

Chapter 413: Chapter 413: He’s Not Even Worthy of Hate

Qiao Yiyang was momentarily stunned, thinking he had indeed been too anxious and confused. Where she lived was naturally her own choice, and he had no reason to doubt or be angry about it.

He stretched out a hand to rub his weary forehead, and spoke in a low, husky voice, "Do you know, last night I thought something had happened to you, and I looked for you all night..."

"..."

"Xinlan, I was really worried about you. Please don’t scare me like that again." He slowly walked up to her, saying softly.

Lin Xinlan’s eyelashes fluttered, and she pursed her lips without speaking.

The man reached out with both hands and suddenly embraced her. Seeing that she did not resist, he hugged her tightly, burying his head in the nape of her neck.

Smelling the faint fragrance of her body, he felt so comfortable.

His heart was always cold and unaffected, but it was only when facing her that he felt a trace of warmth.

It was strange; this woman always seemed so cold, but the feeling she gave off was not cold at all. Instead, it was a warm and motherly quality.

Every time he saw her, he couldn’t help but think, if she had a child, she would definitely be a loving mother.

"Xinlan, it’s so nice to hold you like this." Qiao Yiyang closed his eyes, murmuring as if in a trance.

He buried his face deeper into her neck, his lips brushing against her soft, warm skin, shuddering instantly, his arms tightening even more as he held her.

His kisses, bit by bit, landed on her neck, travelling upwards to her chin.

Seeing she still did not resist, his heart leaped with joy, believing she did not spurn his touch. Just as he was about to become bolder, his eyes suddenly met her chilly gaze.

Her look was like a bucket of cold water poured over him; his passion subsided, leaving him feeling utterly chilled.

"Let go of me!" Lin Xinlan looked at him coldly, her voice as frosty as her gaze.

Qiao Yiyang looked up, his eyes meeting hers, his thin lips pressed tightly, his eyes filled with suppressed desire.

"I told you to let go of me!" She gritted her teeth, emphasizing each word with added weight.

"What if I don’t?" he asked, his arms tightening as if he wanted to meld her into his body.

With her soft body in his arms, his desire grew even stronger; he was even less inclined to let go.

Lin Xinlan looked at him coldly, her eyes filled with icy detachment, void of any other emotion, not even hatred.

A surge of anger rose in Qiao Yiyang, frustrated by her utter indifference, her refusal even to grant him disdain.

His expression darkened, and he abruptly gripped her chin, lifting her face, growling through clenched teeth: "Lin Xinlan, what do you want from me? What do I have to do to get a response from you? Tell me, as long as I can do it, I promise you!"

He utterly detested this feeling of helplessness.

If someone else irritated him, he could force them into submission, to bow down to him.

But not this woman.

He knew that using force on her was useless!

Forced measures, Rong Shaoze had tried them before, and they didn’t work at all.

If he did the same, it would be no different; it would only make her hate him more, dislike him more, and not accept him.

And since he liked her, of course, he couldn’t bear to hurt her.

"I want you to let go of me now. Can you do that?" Lin Xinlan said indifferently.

"..."

"Didn’t you say you would agree to anything as long as you could do it? Letting go of me is something you definitely can do, right!"

He couldn’t, he just couldn’t!

But what could he do, he still had to let go.