Love in Prime Years

We Can't Go Back

Lawrence's eyes were really red, as if he hadn't slept all night or he was walking from hell in blood,

shedding blood like water into the world.

Feeling the heavy cruelty and murderous aura from him, Amelia couldn't help taking a step back.

She subconsciously hid her tightly wrapped left hand behind her, "Lawrence, why are you here?"

"Amelia, are you with Arthur? You can't wait to seduce a man you have just met. Amelia, why the fuck

are you so cheap? "

After listening to Lawrence's words, Amelia found it ridiculous. It turned out he came to Willow Alley

early in the morning to scold her for being cheap!

"Lawrence, no, I should call you Mr Dominic."

"Mr Dominic, I told you we are no longer related. It's none of your business who I am with! Besides,

Arthur and I are just friends! "

Mr Dominic... Lawrence was already angry. He was even more irritated when she heard her call him Mr

Dominic on purpose.

Just now he saw from the window that Arthur had sent her back, and they were still reluctant to part

with each other. In other words, they had been together since they left the chamber last night.

What would happen if a single man and a single woman stayed inseparable overnight?

Lawrence's eyes were scarlet. He stayed here last night and waited all night, but she was with another

man again!

"Mr Dominic, if there is nothing wrong with you, please go back! You block the way, and I can't open the

door. "

After thinking for a while, Amelia continued, "Mr Dominic, I know this is your house. Don't worry, I will

move out in half a month!"

After saying this, Amelia didn't bother to pay attention to Lawrence, and took out the key to open the

door.

In fact, the best way to draw a clear line from Lawrence was to find another house. But now, money

was too important for her, and she didn't want to spend more money.

Anyway, it was a miracle that her body could last for half a month. At that time, she must have died in

his room.

"Move out? To Arthur's house or Jimmy's? Amelia, are you fucking addicted to being a prostitute?"

Amelia's consciousness was in a trance. She really didn't want to move to another man's house.

Maybe the place she moved to was a graveyard!

She didn't bother to explain to Lawrence, but just curled her lips casually, "Yes, I'm addicted to it! Mr

Dominic, what you say is right! "

"Amelia, how dare you?"

Just as Amelia was about to close the door, Lawrence suddenly kicked the door open. She hadn't

recovered, and he rudely pressed her to the door panel.

"Amelia, don't you like being a prostitute? Okay! I will satisfy you now!"

The corners of Amelia's lips still kept an upward arc. However, no matter how brilliant she smiled, there

was no trace of happiness on her face but misery and sadness.

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"Amelia, dare you say it again?"

"Mr Dominic, I said, I don't want to have sex with you!"

"Amelia!" Lawrence was completely irritated by Amelia's words. Like countless times in the past, he

had sex with her fiercely, cruelly like a demon. Amelia was painful in her hands, stomach and heart. In

the end, she didn't know where she was intact.

The pain wrapped her tightly. She felt as if she had fallen into a net full of needles, and she was even

painful while breathing.

For a few times, she felt she was going to die. But she told herself again that she had to live. She

hadn't accumulated one million dollars required to complete the operation on Leigh. No matter how

painful or tired she was, she couldn't close her eyes.

In the end, she began to hate Lawrence. She loved him, and did not ask for anything in return, or care

about her future, life or death. But she also didn't want to be trampled by him!

Lawrence, it was sad. We obviously loved each other so much, but in the end we could only hurt each

other! Lawrence, we couldn't go back anymore.

When Lawrence let her go, she was so painful that she could not get up from the ground. She didn't

know what was going on with her hand. Such a thick bandage was even dyed red.

Amelia hugged her injured hand and curled up in the corner embarrassedly. Now, her consciousness

had been completely chaotic. She just thought she didn't want Lawrence to see her ugly hand.

The hand hurt so much.

"Amelia, did you pretend to be dead again?" Seeing Amelia motionless in the corner, Lawrence

became irritable to the extreme.

When she used to please him and talk back to him, he was angry. Now, seeing her half-dead look, he

was even angrier!

"Amelia, get up!" Lawrence suddenly grabbed her shoulders and raised her face, only to find that she

was already in tears.

Thinking that she cried because of having sex with him, and that she wanted to keep her chastity for

Jimmy or Arthur, he burst into irritation.

"Amelia!"

Amelia's eyelids twitched. She thought he was going to torture her again, so she hurriedly leaned

against the corner. She was already in the corner and couldn't move any further. But seeing her

disobey him, Lawrence was still furious.

With a sudden force in his hand, he almost crushed her shoulder. Amelia shuddered in pain, and

murmured like a dream talk, "Lawrence, don't touch me. Don't touch me..."

"We are divorced. You are no longer my Lawrence. You are not my Lawrence..."

"Mr Dominic, let me go..."

Hearing her calling him Mr Dominic again, Lawrence couldn't help narrowing his eyes. He wanted to

teach her a lesson again, so she could understand who her man was. But he noticed that a heavy

bandage was wrapped on her left hand.

There was dazzling red blood on the bandage.

"Amelia, give me your left hand!"

Seeing that he noticed her hand, Amelia continued to hide her hand in her arms. When Lawrence saw

her not cooperating, he became irritated again.

He grabbed her hand by force. Thinking of the last time the doctor said that she deliberately pretended

to be in the terminal stage of cancer, and bit a blood bag in her mouth, he sneered, "Playing the martyr

again?"

"Don't touch me. Don't touch me...

Amelia drew her hand back vigorously. She actually wanted Lawrence not to touch her hand. But she

was so tired that she could only whisper in a low voice.

Lawrence wanted to put her hand back. Seeing her repelling him so much, he suddenly didn't want to

let her go.

He squeezed her hand, and roughly removed the bandage on it. He wanted to see how many blood

packs she wasted this time because of this play!