Love Together, Be With You Never

Chapter 27 Marlon I Hate You

Never, never did I think that one day Marlon would think of me with such disgusting thoughts. Content rights by NôvelDr//ama.Org.

"Marlon, I hate you!"

I pushed Marlon away with all my strength and turned around to leave.

"You hate me, Rachael, you're not in any position to hate me!"

Marlon yanked me back as soon as he could, imprisoning my wrists painfully as if they were broken.

I looked at Marlon's cold face and his cold gaze. I did not want to tangle with him anymore, even for

half a second.

I struggled hard, trying to shake his hand off.

"Do you think it's working?"

Marlon suddenly sneered at me and jerked me backwards over his shoulder as he headed inside the

apartment.

"Let go of me!"

I slapped him angrily, but it was in vain.

"Marlon, if you don't let go of me, I'll scream for help!"

"I don't mind if you want people to come round to watch you!"

Marlon was unconcerned and carried me to the exact room I was staying in, fished the key out of my

pocket and opened the door to get in.

"Get out!"

Marlon slammed me on the bed and I jumped up in anger to kick Marlon out.

Marlon locked the door directly and sat next to me.

I rented a department, which was the smallest room, covering under forty square feet, The kitchenette

was all in the same room, and only the small bathroom was separated by a door.

With Marlonhere, the small room was instantly enveloped with invisible powerful oppression, so I was

unusually uncomfortable and angry, but I could not do anything about him.

There was really nothing to do when it came to that.

I had to hide in the bathroom. It was small, but at least it was separated by a door so I didn't have to

see that face that I had loved for four whole years.

"You should take a bath, since many men touched you!"

Marlon pushed the door and kicked away the chair I deliberately put against the back of the door,

because the bathroom door was broken from the time I moved in and couldn't be locked. I thought it

didn't matter then, but now, I really wanted to put all the locks in the world on this door, so that I didn't

need to hear such hurtful words anymore.

"Get out!"

My body trembled slightly, but I tried to suppress it as best I could.

Marlon took the shower and drenched it on me directly. The cold water poured over my head and

drenched my entire body, soaking all my clothes through. While the various injuries on my body where I

had just been beaten up hurt hard again because of the sudden cold water.

"Marlon, you're insane!"

It was the first time I scolded Marlon so angrily.

Marlon coldly smiled, staring at me with his dark eyes. I had never seen him like this, and I was too

scared to say a word, but instinctively cowered. Marlon fiercely confined me. My clothes were torn

apart, and my head instantly went blank.

"Look how dirty you are, wash it all off!"

Marlon tore all the clothes off my body, pinned me to the tiles, and poured hot water over me.

Pain spread through my body. I couldn't help but whimper, even tears came from my eyes.

"Marlon, you're inhuman, you are fucking inhuman!"

The excruciating pain really overwhelmed me and I cursed angrily.

"I'm inhuman?

I'm inhuman?"

Marlon's voice was low and cold, like a wounded beast venting its sorrow in anger.

"Then I'll show you what it means to be inhuman!"

Marlon threw away the shower and pressed down on me violently.

"What do you want?"

I said in horror.

Marlon laughed coldly.

"The thing you like!"

He pressed me against his chest, moving as roughly as he could.

I couldn't help but scream out in dismay.

In the past, when I was with Marlon, my favorite posture was being held hard and tightly by Marlon and

my chest fit his chest without a gap because I could clearly feel his heartbeat.

But now, Marlon's blazing chest and his heartbeat, accompanied by his rudeness, made me sad

infinitely.

I had never felt that loving someone could be this sad and that being with the one I loved could be

disgusting.

Anger, disgust overwhelmingly wrapped around me. I opened my mouth and bit hard on Marlon's

chest, closest to the heart. The taste of blood instantly swept my lips and teeth, because, I used all my

strength.

"How dare you bite me!"

Marlon squeezed my neck and pinned me against the wall.

I licked the blood from my lips and laughed mockingly.

"Mr. Redford, should I hug you happily?"

The suffocating unpleasantness made it hard for me to speak, but I didn't struggle this time and let

Marlon squeeze my throat, raising my head and looking straight at Marlon.

"Mr. Redford, you know I love money and men, of course, my favourate is a rich man to give me

money. Mr. Redford, you did not give me money, so ......"

"Rachael, you bitch!"

Marlon slammed me to the ground.

I laughed.

"Yeah, I am. Look at my bruises, I was caught and beat by a man’s wife, but I'm happy because I get

paid!"

Bang!

Before my words fell, Marlon slammed his fist hard on the glass door of the bathroom, and all the glass

on it shattered on the floor with a crash.

Blood flowed out from Marlon's fist, and I was too shocked to reflect.

"Rachael, you make me sick!"

Marlon took one last look at me and then left. His eyes were full of disgust.

I looked at his back as he left, until the door outside was slammed shut. I got up from the ground,

where there was broken glass andMarlon’s blood.

It was like the flowers left in the cold.

I could not feel my heart and all thoughts disappeared. I was like a puppet stepping over the glass on

the floor, not happy, not sad, not painful. I step out of the bathroom without feeling blood in my feet.

But the moment I walked out of the bathroom, I clearly saw a pen on the table, which was returned to

Marlon.