Chapter 1560 - 1552: As Far as the Eye Can See, It’s Eternal: That’s Just How Contradictory He Is

"Tear..." was the sound of fabric ripping, distinctly clear in the silent space. Daxton Lancaster tore off Violet Zimmerman’s nightgown and quickly took off his own pajama pants, pressing onto Violet and relentlessly thrusting.

Having just experienced an intimate encounter and not yet fully recovered, now under Daxton Lancaster’s incessant assault, Violet felt as if her very bones were being shattered.

The sensation of pain spread, leaving nothing behind. Daxton Lancaster was simply using his hips to ram into her.

"Daxton Lancaster, what are you doing? Stop it, stop it now..."

Violet’s fists pounded frantically on Daxton Lancaster’s shoulders, but he showed no sign of stopping and instead used even more brute force.

Under the orange-yellow light, Daxton Lancaster propped up his upper body, his lips curled into a sinister arc, locking onto Violet’s terrified and pained face, and asked with a half-smile, "Did Joseph also use such force just now, hmm?"

Without waiting for Violet to answer, Daxton Lancaster continued, "Did it feel good? The slapping sound, was it exciting?"

"Bastard, stop, stop already... you’re hurting me..."

As Violet screamed and slapped, what she got in return were even harder thrusts, harsh sounds filling the room. Daxton Lancaster, panting, retorted with a half-smile, "What? My thrusts hurt, but Joseph’s felt good?"

Violet...

Whether she was too tired to hit or simply in despair, her hands clutched the sheets beneath her, crying out in pain.

The pain below subsided, the man who was like a devil just moments ago now lay on top of her, his handsome face buried beside her ear, Daxton Lancaster’s voice filled with pain and helplessness.

"Violet... you are my wife... I am a man..."

He was a man, how could he not care? Especially when the other person was his own brother.

Daxton Lancaster’s voice continued, filled with pain, struggle, and a deep sense of powerlessness.

"I feel jealous... but I can’t make you happy... I’m just so conflicted, wanting my wife to be happy and joyful, but... I’m jealous..."

By her ear, there was a damp sensation, Violet knew, Daxton Lancaster was crying.

It had been less than half a year since she married Daxton Lancaster, but they had been together for over a year.

This man was attentive and gentle, always treating her well.

Before Daxton Lancaster, Violet had never been in love, their feelings for each other ran deep over the year...

Her trembling hand hesitated again and again before landing on Daxton Lancaster’s back. When Daxton Lancaster forced her, Violet had always been resentful.

But now, hearing Daxton Lancaster crying beside her ear, Violet’s heart instantly softened, gently patting Daxton Lancaster’s back, comforting, "Joseph, don’t be sad, I don’t mind."

"But I do!"

Those difficult words were Daxton Lancaster’s despair, even though the Lancaster family was wealthy beyond measure, it couldn’t make him a normal man.

He was a man, he loved his wife, his wife was so gentle and beautiful, how could he not love her?

But still

Even though he loved her deeply, he couldn’t fulfill the rights of a husband.

His wife was only twenty-three years old, yet she had to live a lifetime of a living widow for him. He didn’t want that, but he couldn’t bear to let go. What should he do? He was just so conflicted, wanting his wife to enjoy the rights of a married woman, yet he was also consumed by jealousy.

"Daxton, you have to think positively," Violet tried hard to muster a smile, gently stroking Daxton Lancaster’s hair.

"Maybe, right now, there’s already a baby in my belly, and when the baby is born, the two of us will take him to the department store to buy toys, take him to the park to play on the slide. Can you imagine how happy our family of three would be..."

After Violet finished speaking, she heard Daxton Lancaster sniffle, "Violet, you’re right, our future will be beautiful, I shouldn’t be depressed."