CHAPTER 371: CHAPTER 371: HE REALLY TREATS YOU WELL

Shane lowered his head with a smile and looked at her, "You’re quite the worrier."

Audrey Sutton replied earnestly, "I’m not joking with you. Be cautious so nothing goes wrong later."

Shane pulled her into his arms and smiled indulgently, "I know, thank you, darling, for the reminder."

He pretended as if he knew nothing, not daring to ask her where she had just been, to maintain their sweet moments like this.

He felt that something Lan Irving said earlier wasn’t wrong.

Even if she wanted him to give his heart to her, he would probably do it willingly.

He thought that if this were ancient times, he would probably be an emperor bewitched by the Vixen before him.

The most frightening part was that even if he saw through everything, he would choose to accept it willingly.

...

By the riverbank, the LED buildings on both sides changed colors, casting reflections in the river.

On the bridge, cars and people flowed, while the night was as calm as the river surface without wind.

In the underground parking lot, a man in a suit walked ahead with big strides, while the girl in a red dress, wearing high heels, hurriedly followed behind him.

The two of them entered the empty elevator one after the other.

The elevator had the air conditioning on, and Vanessa Sterling clutched her shawl tightly but still couldn’t resist the chill.

Miles Sterling stood by the elevator buttons while Vanessa stood diagonally across from him.

Apart from saying two sentences when he kicked that woman out of the car, there was no further communication from him.

The elevator reached the floor, and the doors opened slowly.

Miles strode out of the elevator, and Vanessa took a deep breath, following behind him.

She had long anticipated what type of storm awaited her, but despite her mental preparation, she still felt afraid deep down.

She even felt that she might truly die.

Miles stood by the entrance changing his shoes, while she waited outside until he finished before stepping inside.

As she lowered her head to look for slippers in the shoe cabinet, she noticed out of the corner of her eye that Miles hadn’t left but was standing motionlessly beside her.

She didn’t dare to look up at him, simply stiffening her spine, taking off her high heels, and just as her feet slipped into the slippers, she heard Miles’s voice, "Put them back on."

Vanessa hesitated for a moment, cautiously looked up at him in confusion.

He repeated in a flat tone, "Put the high heels back on."

Vanessa was taken aback, but she didn’t dare disobey, so she removed the slippers and put her feet back into the high heels.

Miles walked towards the living room, taking off his suit jacket and casually tossing it on the sofa, then sat heavily in the center seat of the sofa, loosened his tie, and said coldly, "Come here."

Vanessa glanced at him, lifted her foot, and moved towards the living room with trepidation.

In the quiet living room, the only sound was from her high heels.

She tried her best to lighten her steps to avoid making noise.

Vanessa stopped about a meter away from him, feeling extremely uncomfortable in this outfit, especially in front of Miles.

Miles lounged on the sofa, with his feet crossed on the coffee table, his gaze scrutinizing Vanessa up and down.

Vanessa remained silent, unconsciously pulling her shawl tighter, feeling as if she were naked with shame in front of him.

"Why are you standing so far away? Do you think I bite?"

Vanessa swallowed, warily stepping a bit closer to him.

Miles reached out a hand towards her, and she instinctively closed her eyes, thinking he was about to hit her, but she only heard him say, "Give me your hand."

Vanessa opened her eyes, looked at the hand he held out in front of her, hesitated, then stretched her right hand over to him.

He grasped her hand, pulled her closer with force, and Vanessa, following his strength, took a few steps closer.

He held her hand, examining the red nail polish on her nails, adorned with delicate rhinestones.

He scoffed, rubbing her nail polish with force, looked up at her and smiled as he asked, "You dressed up so nicely just to secretly meet him, right?"

Vanessa shook her head, but Miles ignored it, continuing his mockery, "Were you going crazy thinking about him? Would you die if you didn’t see him? Plotting ways to have a little fling with him?"

He stood up, with his other hand yanking off her shawl, letting it drop to the floor.

Vanessa worried about damaging it since it belonged to Audrey Sutton, and she anxiously glanced down but didn’t dare pick it up.

Miles looked at her in the strap dress, sneering as he adjusted the slightly slipping strap on her left shoulder, then roughly caressed her shoulder and neck, clearly feeling her shiver.

"Dressed so seductively just to allure him, right? Do you want him to divorce and marry you, or be his mistress without any title? Hmm?"

Vanessa pressed her lips tightly, not daring to argue.

Because she knew, he wouldn’t listen to any of her explanations, only making judgments based on his assumptions about her behavior, her explanations would only be seen as excuses that would anger him further.

Miles released her right hand and lifted her left hand that hung by her side.

Noticing the band-aid on her ring finger, he mocked, "Did he put this on for you? He’s really nice to you."

"Did you almost climax when he held your hand?"

"Sneaking behind my back to meet up with him, pretty pleased with yourself, right?"

He sneered sarcastically as he tore off the band-aid on her hand, then closely examined her wound, suddenly gripping her finger fiercely.

The wound was quite shallow and not painful, but his grip felt as if he wanted to snap her finger off entirely, and Vanessa felt a painful throb.

"You whore," he hissed, throwing her hand away with force.

Vanessa inhaled deeply, her brows furrowing from the pain in her fingers.

She watched as Miles turned and walked away, rummaging through the TV cabinet to find a toolbox, selecting a pair of pliers he deemed suitable, and approached her.

"Which finger did he touch?"

"Hmm?"

Frightened, Vanessa stepped back two paces, but how far could she escape?

The smile on Miles’s face gradually turned sinister, and terror filled Vanessa’s eyes. She stumbled and fell to the ground as her heel wobbled.

Miles crouched down in front of her, holding her left hand, clamping her left ring finger’s nail with the pliers, not even giving Vanessa time for fear.

Savagely, he tugged the pliers upward...

"Ah——"

As the girl let out a blood-curdling scream, the red-painted nail, stained with blood, dropped onto the white floor...