Chapter 770: Nightmare

"Baby, I’m so happy. You didn’t abandon me and run away."

William kissed her so fiercely that Iris’s face was practically squished out of shape. Disgust plastered across her face, she shoved him hard and said, "You stink!"

Hearing this, William immediately let her go. He took two steps back and said, "I’m sorry, Baby. I’ll go wash up right now. I promise I’ll smell wonderful before I hug you again." With that, he walked briskly toward the elevator.

Iris wiped her mouth vigorously with the back of her hand, her eyes filled with unconcealed revulsion. But soon, her movements stiffened.

Could she even wipe herself clean anymore? She had been thoroughly tainted by him, from the inside out. He was a ruthless home invader. Completely uncaring of whether the owner was willing, he had aggressively and madly claimed everything that was hers.

Iris’s gaze fell back onto the television screen. Because she had been acting obediently, he had installed a TV for her, though it only had a few fixed channels. She watched them over and over every day. Staring at the screen now, her eyes gradually turned hollow.

When would these days come to an end? When on earth would he finally let her go?

Iris let her thoughts wander. She hadn’t been sleeping well lately. She would dream of Nathaniel Monroe. She’d dream of him standing in front of her, covered in blood, smiling as he said, "Iris, I’ve come to take you home." Then, in the very next second, a bullet would pierce his head. She would watch him fall, entirely devoid of life.

She would jolt awake from such nightmares, swallowed by overwhelming agony and sorrow. How could she have such dreams? She truly deserved to die! Nathaniel would be fine, Chloe would be fine, and her parents and family would all be fine! For their sake, she was willing to stay here. She truly was.

Suddenly, she was pulled into an embrace. The scent of white tea washed over her, completely enveloping her.

"Baby, I used your body wash. Now we smell exactly the same." William nuzzled against her chest like an oversized dog. Finally, he gathered her tightly into his arms, sniffing her scent greedily as if inhaling a highly addictive drug. "So sweet, so soft. Baby, I missed you so much. I think about you every single second, and I’m hard for you every single second."

He began to lick and kiss her ears, her cheeks, and her neck, his breathing growing increasingly ragged. With a sudden jerk, he tore her dress apart.

"No!" Iris clutched her chest, her brows furrowing deeply as she pleaded, "Not here."

William’s blue eyes surged like a raging tsunami, the fires of lust burning fiercely within them. He was already burning with impatience, but seeing her resistance, he forced himself to hold back for a moment and simply scooped her up into his arms. In one fluid motion, he shifted her position so that her legs wrapped around his waist. Cupping her bottom, he carried her toward the elevator.

Iris instinctively looped her arms around his neck to keep from falling. He was still kissing her face, refusing to spare a single inch of her skin.

Unable to dodge his advances, she managed to say, "Is this the only thing on your mind?"

"Yes." William was incredibly sincere, his blue eyes sparkling as he looked at her. "I only want to do it with you. I only want to kiss you. I only want to bury myself deep inside your embrace. You’re the only one who gives me such intense urges and desires. Iris, I love you!"