The unwanted wife’s unexpected comeback

Chapter 1003:

The lawn may have been soft, but the fall still took its toll. When Pierre finally stopped rolling, blood was trickling from his head. For a few seconds, his vision blurred.

Thankfully, Gemma was unharmed under his protection.

As soon as Gemma steadied herself, she rushed to Pierre’s side. The sight of blood covering his wound made her panic, and she broke into tears.

Corey was alarmed at the sound of her cries, panic seizing him. He hurried over, scooping her up and inspecting her for injuries. “Are you okay? Where does it hurt? Don’t cry. I’m here,” he said, his voice trembling as his heart raced.

After a quick look, Corey found no signs of bleeding or broken bones. Relieved, he exhaled deeply.

Gemma clung to his hand, her voice trembling as she sobbed. “I’m fine! Please, check on Pierre! He’s bleeding! I’m scared he might’ve hurt his head.”

Corey nodded, relief washing over him. Turning his focus to Pierre, he saw Pierre struggling to sit up.

Despite his condition, Pierre’s first concern was Gemma. “Are you hurt, Miss Hampton?” he asked, his voice steady despite the pain.

Tears still streaming down her face, Gemma crawled closer to examine his wound.

Pierre’s gaze flickered briefly, but he didn’t flinch under her touch. “I’m fine,” he reassured her, his tone soft but firm.

Corey, watching his sister so visibly shaken, sat quietly behind them, trying to steady his own breath as the chaotic moment settled into silence.

Corey’s anger still simmered after the incident with the horse, so he decided to cool off at the bar with a drink.

A few glasses in, tipsiness began to set in, and when a woman approached Corey, he didn’t turn her away. Things escalated quickly. Instead of bothering with a hotel, Corey wasted no time and took her to one of the private rooms at the bar.

In the heat of the moment, Corey noticed something unusual in the middle – her hymen was fake.noveldrama

The discovery sapped his interest, but he finished what she started anyway. When it was over, he handed her some cash, though he wasn’t in a hurry to send her on her way.

The woman lingered, clearly attracted to him. She didn’t seem to care about the money and hinted that she would like another round of intimacy. Nestled in his arms, she radiated an eagerness to please him.

Corey lit a cigarette and took a long, deliberate drag, his thoughts elsewhere.

When her hand moved lower, brushing against his stomach, he suddenly grabbed the back of her head, lifting her slightly. His voice was calm, but there was a sharp edge to it. “Where did you learn moves like that?”

She chuckled, trying to keep the mood light. “What’s wrong? Didn’t you like it?”

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