He carefully escorted her back home where dusk was falling upon their arrival. As she stepped out of the car, he followed closely behind, holding onto her wrist as they entered the house.
"I truly hate letting you go," he murmured, placing her hand over his heart, "the thought of my uncle having his way with you pains me deeply." His words, though crude, struck a chord within her, causing her to lower her head in shame before pulling away and rushing inside.
Watching her retreat, he stood there with an enigmatic smile playing on his lips, a sharp glint in his eyes...
Unbeknownst to them, Gu Ao had witnessed the scene from afar. Upon hearing that she had been taken by someone else, he berated the servants for allowing her to leave without his permission. Standing at the foot of the stairs, his gaze met her frightened eyes and noticed the conspicuous marks on her lips.
"Stay away from him," he growled, his voice cold and commanding.
Her lip trembled as she admitted, "He kissed me; I couldn't avoid it."
After a moment of tension, she timidly approached him, seeking comfort. Despite being much smaller than him, she found solace in his embrace, clinging to him like a child needing reassurance.
Later that night, their interactions revealed a complex relationship filled with power dynamics and emotional manipulation. The next morning, under the guise of encouraging her studies, he reminded her of her duties, setting the stage for another cycle of academic pressure intertwined with personal demands.
As days passed, she found herself caught between the pressures of education and the exhausting physical encounters dictated by his whims. Her attempts to negotiate or delay these encounters were often futile, learning the hard way that promises made in intimacy rarely held true.