TimeNovelChapter 262: That was why he kept scrubbing, as if he could erase whatever he imagined had happened.
A hollow laugh slipped from her lips as she weakly grasped his wrist.
"Just stop. Brian, you don't trust me, do you? In your mind, I'm already tainted. What's the point of scrubbing now? A hundred times, a thousand-it won't change what you think. Stop deceiving yourself." But for once, Brian didn't agree.
"No. It's not that. I don't think you're stained. I just don't want another man's scent on you." "Is that so?" Rachel let out a small, bitter smile.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtWithout saying another word, she reached out, wrapped her arms around his neck, and softly pressed her lips against his.
That single moment shattered Brian's restraint-he instantly went from hesitant to completely taking control. The heat in the bathroom seemed to intensify. The steaming water rushed over them, adding to the tension. Rachel's hands tightened around the edge of the tub, her fingers digging in.
Fear took over, making her body tremble uncontrollably.
Noticing her shiver, Brian instantly stopped in his tracks, completely still.
He loosened his grip and slowly pulled away.
Seeing her reluctance, he chose not to push any further. In the end, it was fear that held him back-fear that she might cry, that tears would fill her eyes.
But more than anything, he feared the possibility that she truly despised him, just as she had said earlier.
He had tried to deny it, but deep down, the thought of her pulling away, of seeing pure hatred in her eyes, terrified him.
So, ultimately, he relented.
He stood up and swiftly wrapped a towel around his waist.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmHe placed another towel by the tub and said calmly, "Get up and get dressed. I won't disturb you." Rachel stared at him, stunned.
For nearly a whole minute, she just looked at him in silence.
Yet, in that short moment, it felt like her heart had nearly stopped. A cold chill ran through her, as if she had been thrown into an ice cellar. She shivered, and a bitter laugh slipped from her lips.
How much effort did it take to stop herself from laughing out loud?
He had told her he didn't despise her. For a brief moment she had allowed herself to dream, to believe-but reality crushed it instantly. His actions said it all. The fact that he stopped was proof enough.
They had shared intimacy countless times before he had always been intensexelentless, taking whatever E he wanted without hesitation. When had he ever held back at the last moment like this?
There could only be one explanation-he looked down on her, saw her as stained. That was why he stopped, why he refused to lay another hand on her.
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