Your Regrets Won't Bring Me Back - Chapter 145: Chapter 145
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When the music ended, her heart thundered uncontrollably. A sudden urge to flee flickered, yet Simon's arms remained banded around her—she understood why. His body had stirred, and he refused to let her bolt.
A burst of thunderous applause erupted around them.
Elena's cheeks burned even hotter.
Only after his body calmed did Simon loosen his hold on her waist.
Eyes lowered, her face aflame, she murmured, "It's a little stuffy—I need some fresh air."
Before he could object, she darted away.
Not far off, Victor Whitmore clenched his wineglass, staring at her retreating back; the rims of his eyes were so red they seemed ready to bleed.
When has Elena ever shown such girlish shyness to another man? And since when does Uncle Simon bring a date to these events?' Victor felt a blaze ignite inside his chest, swelling until it threatened to burst free.
He set the glass down and strode after her.
Annabelle Bennett called after him in shock, "Victor! What are you doing?"
He didn't even glance her way, covering the distance to the restroom at a near run.
Annabelle bit her lip and rushed to her mother. "Mom, Victor followed Elena out!"
The moment Elena stepped inside the restroom, Victor seized her arm. "Elena Bennett!"
"Victor Whitmore? What's wrong with you?" she snapped.
His gaze, feral and unblinking, bored into her; unconsciously, his grip tightened.
"How far have you gone with my uncle, huh? You're so cheap, Elena. The moment I turn my back you throw yourself at another man. Are you really that lonely?" Victor snarled.
Elena glared back. "Are you insane? Who I'm with is none of your business. Let me go!"
"So it's true—you already slept with him?" he pressed.
"Whether I have or not is no concern of yours. All you need to know is I will never share a bed with you—you disgust me!"
Victor's chest heaved; for the first time he felt her outright revulsion.
"Who gave you permission to sleep with anyone else?" he hissed. "You're engaged to me—that makes you mine. Even if I cast you aside, you're not allowed to look at another man.
Least of all my uncle. You'll belong to me your whole life!"
Victor's face darkened to something almost monstrous; reason deserted him, and Elena felt a spike of fear as she searched for a way to break free.
Elena shouted, "Let go of me! The one engaged to you is Annabelle Bennett—NOT me!"
"Annabelle? Who said I'm marrying Annabelle? Elena Bennett, the woman I want to marry is you—only you! Tomorrow I'll tell Grandpa everything; he'll be overjoyed. Elena, I'll marry you. Let's make up, all right?"
Victor had her trapped in a corner, his whole body pressed against hers. He clamped both of her wrists high over her head, pinning her so tightly she couldn't budge.
From another shadowed corner, Annabelle heard every word and squeezed her eyes shut in torment.
She had always known Victor couldn't let go of Elena, but she had never imagined his feelings went this far.
Victor might appear doting and compliant toward her, yet she understood that wasn't love at all; he had no desire to possess her, not the slightest hint of jealousy.
A burst of thunderous applause erupted around them.
Elena's cheeks burned even hotter.
Only after his body calmed did Simon loosen his hold on her waist.
Eyes lowered, her face aflame, she murmured, "It's a little stuffy—I need some fresh air."
Before he could object, she darted away.
Not far off, Victor Whitmore clenched his wineglass, staring at her retreating back; the rims of his eyes were so red they seemed ready to bleed.
When has Elena ever shown such girlish shyness to another man? And since when does Uncle Simon bring a date to these events?' Victor felt a blaze ignite inside his chest, swelling until it threatened to burst free.
He set the glass down and strode after her.
Annabelle Bennett called after him in shock, "Victor! What are you doing?"
He didn't even glance her way, covering the distance to the restroom at a near run.
Annabelle bit her lip and rushed to her mother. "Mom, Victor followed Elena out!"
The moment Elena stepped inside the restroom, Victor seized her arm. "Elena Bennett!"
"Victor Whitmore? What's wrong with you?" she snapped.
His gaze, feral and unblinking, bored into her; unconsciously, his grip tightened.
"How far have you gone with my uncle, huh? You're so cheap, Elena. The moment I turn my back you throw yourself at another man. Are you really that lonely?" Victor snarled.
Elena glared back. "Are you insane? Who I'm with is none of your business. Let me go!"
"So it's true—you already slept with him?" he pressed.
"Whether I have or not is no concern of yours. All you need to know is I will never share a bed with you—you disgust me!"
Victor's chest heaved; for the first time he felt her outright revulsion.
"Who gave you permission to sleep with anyone else?" he hissed. "You're engaged to me—that makes you mine. Even if I cast you aside, you're not allowed to look at another man.
Least of all my uncle. You'll belong to me your whole life!"
Victor's face darkened to something almost monstrous; reason deserted him, and Elena felt a spike of fear as she searched for a way to break free.
Elena shouted, "Let go of me! The one engaged to you is Annabelle Bennett—NOT me!"
"Annabelle? Who said I'm marrying Annabelle? Elena Bennett, the woman I want to marry is you—only you! Tomorrow I'll tell Grandpa everything; he'll be overjoyed. Elena, I'll marry you. Let's make up, all right?"
Victor had her trapped in a corner, his whole body pressed against hers. He clamped both of her wrists high over her head, pinning her so tightly she couldn't budge.
From another shadowed corner, Annabelle heard every word and squeezed her eyes shut in torment.
She had always known Victor couldn't let go of Elena, but she had never imagined his feelings went this far.
Victor might appear doting and compliant toward her, yet she understood that wasn't love at all; he had no desire to possess her, not the slightest hint of jealousy.
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