Wyatt watched Celineâs slender figure disappear as she walked away, his face darkening Night had fallen. Benjamin lay unconscious, while Celine didnât dare close her eyes. She had to stay alert. Her claim of being married hadnât deterred Wyatt, his wicked intentions were clearer than ever.
Celine couldnât sleep. She feared that both she Benjamin were in danger.
Sirring alone at the doorway, Celine stared out the night of the mountain village. The silence was vast and almost ethereal. The snowâcovered village exuded a biting loneliness, as though it marked the end of the world.
Celine felt the cold crawling over her, seeping into her bones. A wave of discomfort spread through her body, and she realized she might be coming down with a lover.
She had spent too long in the cold sea, and even the strongest body couldnât withstand it. She pinched her palm hard to stay awake, knowing that danger could strike at any moment.
Her thoughts drifted to Adam What he doing? Was he keeping Carly company? Had he noticed that she and Benjamin were missing? Would he come looking for them? Benjaminâs leg injury was severe, The cold became unbearable. Celine wrapped her around herself, resting her head against the doorframe as exhaustion began to overwhelm her.
Her eyes had barely closed when something rough and greasy brushed against her face. A hand was caressing her greedily.
Celineâs eyes snapped open. Wyatt was standing right beside her, his face twisted with lust as he stroked her cheek Celine struggled weakly. âMr. Lawson, why are you here again?â
Her body telt heavy and sluggish, a creeping dread confirming that something was wrong.
Wyatt had gone back to his room but couldnât sleep. Every time he thought of Celineâs stunning face, desire burned through him like fire.
He had spent his entire life this remote village. Even during his rare trips outside, he had never seen a woman as breathtaking as Celine. He long coveted her.
He gave a lewd smile. âMs. Tate, donât pretend you donât know. You understand how I feel. I like you.
Celine shifted away from his hand. âMr. Lawson, stop joking. Iâm already married.â
âMarried or not, will ever know what happens in this place?â Wyatt sneered and lunged at her.
Celineâs eyes widened with fear as she tried to dodge. Her limbs were heavy and unresponsive. Wyattâs strength overwhelmed her as he forced her to the His bands began tearing at her clothes. âMs. Tate, I like you so much. Just give in to me.â
Pinned beneath him, Celineâs stomach churned with revulsion. She fought with all might, âLet me go! Mr. Lawson, calm down! My husband will cope for the soon. Heâs rich and powerful. He wonât let you get away with this!â
Wyatt, blinded by desire, ignored her completely. With a loud rip, he tore open the collar of her dress. He laughed wickedly. âForget your husband. Tonight, Iâm your husband!â
He bent down, his breath hot and heavy aiming to force a kiss on Celine.
Celine turned her hand away, despair washing over her. Her body was too weak to fight back. Was this how it was going to end for her?
âNo! Let me polâ she cried out.
Just then, a strong hand n reached from behind grabbed the back of Wyattâs shirt. With a powerful yak, Wyatt was ripped off her. Celine felt the wright onder body lift as Wyatt was thrown askle.