Chapter 497: Cecilia, Something Big Happened
Their lips suddenly met.
Claire Sinclair widened her elegant eyes in disbelief, almost suspecting she had been struck dumb by lightning.
By the time she reacted, Zion Prescott had already taken advantage of her daze, forcing his tongue in aggressively.
The man held her waist, trapping her against the wall.
"Any man will do? Except me? Fine, Claire Sinclair, I’ll show you what ’except me’ truly means!"
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Zion Prescott’s eyes brimmed with bloodshot veins as he forcefully locked Claire Sinclair in his embrace, their bodies pressed close together.
"How dare you kiss me! You bastard! Disgusting! Get off of me! Aaah—"
Claire Sinclair hadn’t expected a single offhand remark to enrage Zion Prescott like a lion gone berserk, ruthlessly plundering everything from her.
"Get off! Get off! I’m your nephew’s girlfriend, don’t you find yourself shameless?"
"Jude respects you so much..."
Upon hearing Jude Grant’s name, the red in Zion Prescott’s eyes deepened.
"You dare mention Jude? In the booth, if I hadn’t stopped you, wouldn’t you and those men have almost been hugging together? Why can’t I?"
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Claire Sinclair’s face flushed red; she had merely wanted to gamble that as Jude Grant’s girlfriend, Jude, being close to Zion Prescott, wouldn’t let her be bullied by those people.
Little did she know, Zion Prescott did grant her wish, but humiliated her a thousand times more disgustingly!
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Claire Sinclair was shaking with anger, pounding on the man’s back and kicking her legs vigorously.
"Why are you interfering with me? Who are you to me?! Zion Prescott, don’t make me despise you!"
"Does respect matter? You were the one who first entangled me!"
Zion Prescott laughed coldly, grabbing Claire Sinclair’s chin even more forcefully and kissed her viciously.
It was more biting than kissing.
Such ferocity and strength, as if he was about to devour Claire Sinclair whole.
The hand gripping tightly at the girl’s waist was scorching hot; Claire had never felt so humiliated before, tears of resentment welled up in her eyes.
She ferociously bit Zion Prescott’s tongue tip, but he seemed unbothered, madly sucking all the fragrance from her mouth.
He lifted the girl, pressing her against the wall, her legs dangling, giving Claire a sense of powerlessness.
Yet despite all, Zion Prescott’s lips were bitten, and a strong bloody taste spread between their mouths.
A kiss should be a pleasant affair, but it became a relentless battle between Claire Sinclair and Zion Prescott.
After a long while, Claire still couldn’t break free from Zion Prescott’s hold; the feeling of being humiliated like a toy left her deeply powerless and desolate.
Unyielding, she clawed at Zion Prescott’s back.
The thick clothing made it difficult, so she ended up scratching Zion’s handsome neck.
...
Yet the man seemed impervious to pain, even as the taste of blood filled their mouths, void of any romantic beauty, still clinging to Claire Sinclair.
The overwhelming masculine scent surrounded her, triggering countless memories of being with Zion Prescott in her mind.
The grief and powerlessness intensified.
Years ago, she once regarded Zion Prescott as a savior, yet now they deteriorated to such a bleak state.
The girl smiled sadly, suddenly ceasing her struggle, her hands dropping weakly.
"Mr. Prescott, must you drive me to death to be satisfied?"
Feeling the uncontrollable change at his waist, Zion Prescott frowned, suddenly disgusted by his craving for her taste.
He didn’t regret kissing Claire Sinclair, but he regretted encountering such a heartless woman in his life.
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"You won’t die."
The man finally let go, placing Claire Sinclair on the ground before slowly stepping back, discreetly covering his waist.
"Could you leave me alone?"
Seeing Zion Prescott finally let go, Claire Sinclair, like a soulless puppet, laughed with desolation.
"You don’t know, my feelings for Jude are genuine, I truly like him."
"Even if we once had something, it’s all in the past. Because of you, I’ve wronged Jude greatly and decided not to be with him anymore. He deserves better, I know."
But in life, encountering such a warm, undamaged boy resembling the sun, Claire Sinclair, always warning herself not to fall for him, inevitably fell into the net he wove.
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Seeing Claire Sinclair’s sincere appearance, Zion Prescott’s heart suddenly ached.
However, upon hearing Jude Grant’s name, Zion took a deep breath, deep hatred coursing through.
"Claire Sinclair, don’t forget, you were the one to come after me first, why should you decide when this game ends?"
"You’re such a hypocritical woman, why pretend to be deeply in love?"
Zion Prescott’s mind conjured images of Jude Grant and Claire Sinclair akin to an inseparable couple in the ancient temple.
As if no one could come between them.
Zion Prescott had never seen Claire Sinclair smile like that.
He admitted he was jealous.
No one understood better than him, Jude Grant was indeed very good.
However, years ago, he had already lost everything, but he could never give up the woman before him.
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"Even without me, you can never enter the Grant Family, make him give up soon, understand?"
Zion Prescott looked at Claire Sinclair indifferently, leaving her with those words before turning away.
The area was already empty, and Claire Sinclair half-kneeled, extending her arms to cradle herself like a baby.
——Claire Sinclair, I’ve never seen anyone more pitiful than you.
With a bitter smile, Claire exhaled deeply, forcefully wiping her lips, as if that could erase Zion Prescott’s touch.
She took out her phone, pondering for a long time before composing a message to Jude Grant.
——Jude, let’s break up, I’m not good enough for you, I’m sorry.
After a second, she hastily added.
——I appreciate the time we spent together, you’ll find a better girl.
Even sending this message, her heart felt unavoidable pain, yet she’d firmly decided.
After sending the text, Claire Sinclair turned off her phone.
But Claire didn’t know, as she walked out of Blue Abyss Rose, someone secretly took her photo from the shadows with their phone.
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The night at Starfall Bay.
Cecilia Vaughn was painting when she suddenly received an urgent call from her friend Mona Summers.
"Cecilia, something’s wrong! Check Twitter quickly!"