The unwanted wife’s unexpected comeback

Chapter 1004:

His gaze darkened, cutting through her playful tone. “Just answer me honestly.”noveldrama

The amusement faded from her face as she noticed the storm brewing in his expression. Unwilling to provoke him further, she replied quietly, “I did not learn from anyone. I just figured it out by experience. ”

Corey’s eyes narrowed. “Can men just ‘figure out’ how to please women on their own?”

“What?” she asked, unsure how to answer. There wasn’t a single good man among those who frequented places like this in search of fleeting pleasure. None of them cared about pleasing a woman – it was always about their own desires.

Corey tossed the woman some money, his tone casual but commanding. “Teach me some moves. ‘

The woman’s eyes widened in surprise at his bluntness. “Yeah, tell me what guys do to make women happy,” Corey said.

Soon Pierre received a video from Corey. He opened it hesitantly, and as the content played, his expression changed from intrigue to numbness, his features growing darker and darker. Pierre was no stranger to the world of desire. He did not need lessons from anyone. But Corey’s crude, unfiltered behavior left a sour taste in his mouth. It wasn’t just distasteful – it was disgusting. The message was clear: Corey intended to turn him into a mere plaything for Gemma’s amusement.

And the thought of it unsettled Pierre deeply. He could already see the future unfolding – one in which Gemma finally tired of him and Corey saw him as nothing more than a liability to be extinguished.

Cruelty had always been Corey’s way. Pierre could not escape the haunting memory of Corey’s ruthlessness in Terrieland. Corey had been a cold, unfeeling machine, taking lives as if they were mere objects, harvesting organs with no regard for humanity. The gruesome memories replayed vividly in Pierre’s mind, each scene igniting a wave of anger that made his blood boil. Just then, Gemma’s soft voice broke through the storm in his head. “Pierre?” she called softly.

Pierre shook off his dark thoughts and slipped his phone into his pocket as she approached, masking his emotions with practiced ease.

Seeing that Pierre wasn’t asleep, she walked over. “1 noticed you weren’t eating much, so I had the hotel send over some food.

“Thank you,” Pierre replied curtly, his mood noticeably off. Gemma didn’t think much of it. She assumed he was just feeling down because of his injury.

Unlike before, Pierre did not politely refuse the food. Instead, he ate everything without hesitation.

Gemma leaned in closer, concern evident in her expression. “Does it still hurt?”

Pierre’s gaze met hers – her innocent, doe-like eyes, pure and untainted, like crystal clear water. But he was not in the mood. “Your brother has decided I’m yours now,” Pierre said abruptly, wiping his mouth with a napkin.

Gemma frowned, her brow furrowed in confusion. “What do you mean?

“I’m just a toy to you now. You can do whatever you want with me,” Pierre replied coldly, his voice tinged with bitterness. Hearing his words made Gemma uneasy. “What do you mean by a toy? Don’t reduce yourself to that!”

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