A Replacement Bride

Chapter 3

The sudden pain made the man groan, and his strength that was holding her was let down for a moment.

Katherine immediately seized the opportunity to break free and pushed him back onto the bed.

Joaquin was caught off guard and narrowed his long eyes in the darkness. This woman seemed to be holding on to some vital point of his. Just pressing his shoulder was enough to make him, who was injured, unable to move, let alone get up.

Katherine glared at the man under her. The wound she was pressing under her fingers was still bleeding. All content is property © NôvelDrama.Org.

Compared to how it was flowing out initially, the amount of bleeding was instantly reduced by half after she pressed on the man's wound.

"Sir, I think it's better for you to moan." Katherine raised her eyebrows and smiled coldly. Just as she was about to try to take a closer look at the man's appearance with the moonlight, the bedroom door was kicked open with a bang.

At the same time, the man struggled to turn over and pressed her under him.

His cold lips pressed against hers, kissing her fiercely.

Katherine was startled by this unexpected action and let out a light moan.

Soon, the man began to imitate the movements of sex.

Shocked, Katherine raised her knee up with all her might to smash it into him. The man quickly suppressed her leg, panting and whispering, "If you don't cooperate, I have to do it for real..."

The man's breath sprayed on Katherine's face, causing her deep-seated fear to be instantly drawn out, and her fingernails dug into the palm of her hand.

She had lost the chance, and her fear had been drawn out of the shadows. She was now a sitting duck.

The man suddenly bit down on Katherine, making her feel pain in her collarbone.

The moment the bedroom light was turned on, she screamed in revenge and squeezed the man's shoulders with both hands.

Soon, the room became bright, illuminating the man's strong back, and the girl with messy hair and flushed face below him.

The skin on her bare shoulders was creamy white; her panicked appearance was like a frightened little white rabbit.

The searcher was dressed in black. Upon seeing such a sexual scene in the bedroom, he was immediately embarrassed. He quickly retreated before he was cursed at. He did not even have time to see what the man on the bed looked like.

"I'm sorry, sir and ma'am, we are just doing a routine check. Please show your identification."

Crash!

A vase flew out of the bedroom and smashed at the feet of the intruder, accompanied by the man's violent roar, "What are you f*ckers doing here? Get the f*ck out of here!"

Everyone was startled and hurriedly backed away while apologizing.

Katherine vaguely heard their conversation.

"He's not here!"

With the sound of messy footsteps, the door was closed, and the room fell silent again.

Katherine was not furious this time. She grappled the man and launched an attack, but he was obviously prepared. He raised his hand, controlled her arm and easily stopped her.

"Who are you? Who sent you here?" He wanted to grab her wrist, but she avoided it like a snake.

"I should be asking you this." Katherine took a step back and stared at the person in front of her vigilantly.

Except for Mr. Muller, no one knew that she left Fontan this time. The man's skill and inexplicable familiarity were enough to give her a sense of wariness.

The man was slightly surprised, and the corners of his eyes and brows were chilly. "If you don't know who I am, you should have called for help just now."

Not to mention her skills, it was not easy to meet a woman who could handle things so calmly. Hilton was really full of surprises.

"I just don't want to cause trouble for myself. I saved you just now, so why are you questioning me?"

Katherine did not care what he did at all, but one thing was certain—she never wanted to make enemies as long as the man was not a danger to her!

She used this principle to survive in Fontan for years. If it were not for an update on what happened that year, she would not have agreed to the Cornells' request so easily. After all, to get back what belonged to her mother, she had more ruthless means up her sleeves.

The corners of Joaquin's mouth twitched with playfulness.

"Such eloquent words from your mouth. It's a pity that I didn't have a good taste of it just now."