Chapter 873

Chapter 873:

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At that moment, Elin screamed in pain.

As they continued, it was clear that Erick was oblivious to Elin's discomfort, simply looking for a means to vent his needs.

Once finished, Elin collapsed in Erick's arms, overcome by pain.

When he woke up later, Elin moved her sore body, accidentally waking up Erick.

Erick seemed confused at first, as if he couldn't understand what had happened.

Elin straightened and sat up slowly. Then, he said hesitantly: “Mr. Foster..."

Erick wrinkled his eyebrows and rubbed his forehead with one hand, clearly suffering from a hangover. As soon as he saw who was with him, his face quickly became stern and he asked in a cold tone: "Why are you?"

As the words fell from Erick's lips, Elin noticed a trace of agitation on his rugged face.

"Do I seem annoying to you?" Elin muttered to herself and had a hard time expressing the turmoil she felt inside, although "blindly" seemed to fit.

Erick was still on the other end of the couch, his mind in shock. The scene before him had left him unable to think clearly.

Elin, the girl he had watched grow up, whom he had always loved like a sister, was now lying next to him, without clothes. The shock hit him hard, leaving him dazed.

His voice turned cold. “How did you end up here?”

Elin's fingers trembled, surprised by the cold distance in his voice. «I heard that they had hurt you…». His voice faded, lost in silence.

Erick's expression turned into a mask of displeasure as he listened to her.

His tone was forceful and almost harsh. «Are you crazy? Do you think you can walk into a bar like that?

It was the first time Erick had addressed Elin with such sternness, his words cutting the air sharply.

Elin, still reeling from a heated dispute with her mother, had escaped, only to face a disastrous first sexual experience. Now he faced this severe reprimand. His heart writhed in agony, sour like a lemon soaked in acid.

Erick's expression was cold, pressing hard on Elin. Feeling offended, but holding back tears, she lowered her head and apologized. "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have come..."

Erick's anger flared at the sight of the hickeys on Elin's delicate neck.

How lucky for her to have slept with him. What dangers would have awaited him if he had met a stranger? However, meeting him might not have been the best thing for her.

Although Erick was an expert in interpersonal relationships, matters of the heart were foreign to him. Confused by his feelings, he only recognized the burning anger burning inside him.

Elin's rash actions of going after him in a bar had lit his anger like a fuse.

Erick had involuntarily become a pawn in a sinister plot, disoriented and vulnerable due to an alcoholic drink.

An associate had set him up by sending a woman to seduce Erick in a drunken state. The idea of ​​spending an intimate night with a stranger disgusted Erick. Seeking shelter, he retreated to the safety of a chamber.

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