Will You Marry Me, Again

Chapter 301 I Get Jealous for a Long Time “I won't allow it!” He pressed her tightly, his voice carrying a hint of roaring anger.

She wore a tight short dress, and the dress had shifted, moving to the side of her thigh. With just a slight movement, it would reveal more. Maia felt a bit nervous, looking at this man in front of her, who seemed clear—headed yet confused.

“Don’t mention other men in front of me,” he leaned down, his deep voice speaking by her ear.

Maia was puzzled for a few seconds, not understanding what this man was up to. Although his words sounded arrogant, his tone seemed more like he was negotiating. Then, his deep voice, tinged with an unclear sadness, resounded again, “You answer their calls, reply to their messages, but you've never answered my calls or replied to my messages.”

At this moment, he appeared like a heartbroken grown-up boy, holding Maia tightly. He had not engaged in any inappropriate behavior. If one were to say it was crossing a line, it might be this hug, as if he wanted to meld her into his body.Content is © by NôvelDrama.Org.

“Cedric... you...” “I'm jealous.” Those words made Maia’s heart tremble.

“When you talk to other men, smile at them, even just nod at them, I get jealous for a long time.” He laughed bitterly, a self- mockery, but the embrace became tighter.

Maia frowned. If her heart had fallen into an icy pool of water, completely freezing, then this man was enduring the invading, bone-chilling cold numerous times without retreating. He used his hands, his body temperature to thaw the ice. He was so delicate, fearing he might hurt her.

“Not just once, I’ve watched the scenery of Prismara Hill shift from night to day, as if only this way can I understand what you felt before.”

He leaned closer, his lips near hers.

“I created my own misfortune. Even if it’s impossible to live, I still want to live a little for you, Maia,” he reached out and stroked her cheek, “Because only by living can I protect you completely.”

When his fingertips touched her cheek, his heart pounded violently, like that of an immature boy of seventeen or eighteen years old. Who would have thought that the unyielding king of the business world would humble himself in front of a mere woman, even touching her with such great care, afraid of causing her pain.

However, his pair of fierce and sharp eyes underwent a change. He immediately released his to maintain composure. +15 BONUS

Maia did not notice this subtle change in him but observed the shattered wine bottles and glasses on the floor. The alcohol had stained the carpet, altering its color.

She was not sure if Cedric had consumed any. “I heard Fiona drugged you. Was it in that drink? “Yeah,” he responded.

“Did you drink it?” Maia asked anxiously.

“Yeah,” his voice had already changed.

“How do you feel now? Is there any discomfort? I'll call a doctor for you.” Maia’s tone was urgent, ready to dial the resort’s phone, but her wrist was firmly grasped by him.

“Having you is enough,” he said. He just wanted her. The surging fire could no longer be restrained. Her concern for him was like a tsunami, sweeping over him. No matter how strong his self-control was, it crumbled in front of her!

At the moment when Maia widened her eyes, he had already lowered his head and kissed her lips. The lingering and poignant kiss was invasive, but unwilling to harm her, he reduced the force. “Cedrie...”

Maia tried to stop him, but when he touched her skin, his gaze had already changed. She had only noticed the wine bottles on the floor just now, completely oblivious to his eyes.

Now, she saw them. She saw his terrifying expression, a look as if he wanted to devour her whole. She wanted to escape, but his robust body firmly suppressed her. She had nowhere to run. She was confined between his body and the bed, with no way to retreat.

“Cedric... don't...”

Maia barely managed to evade his burning kiss, quickly telling him to stop his actions. Almost simultaneously, a tearing sound echoed, and her dress was torn apart.

“No! Cedric, you can’t!”

Maia’s panicked cries filled the room, carrying an almost desperate tone. It was precisely due to this desperate plea that he gradually regained his sanity, watching her terrified expression. He stopped immediately.

The next second, he pulled away from her with considerable self-control.

“Get out!”

At the moment his words fell, he bent down to pick up the shattered glass on the ground. The glass pieces embedded in his palm, already bloody and gruesome, now looked even more unbearable, shocking anyone who saw it.

“Cedric...” Maia, disheveled and distressed, got up. Her slightly curled long hair was already in a state of disarray. Watching his actions, she knew he was using the most effective way to restrain himself from his impending madness.

What kind of drug did Fiona use? Why did he need to maintain calm and sobriety in such an extreme and terrifying way? Why was the effect of this drug so potent? She had also been drugged by her grandfather before, but it seemed that drug’s effect was nowhere near as powerful as what Cedric was experiencing now...

How did Fiona manage to drug him without him noticing? How did she manage to deliver the wine without anyone else noticing? Could it be that the wine had not been sent by her but by someone Cedric trusted? After all, he was always terrifyingly vigilant, and any slight suspicion would catch his attention.

What exactly happened?

“Go!” he shouted again without looking at her, his voice cold. He was restraining himself, restraining the possibility of going crazy and hurting her.

Watching his actions and the pained handsomeness of his face, Maia knew that he was using immense self-control to drive her away. Because as long as she left, she would be safe.

But... what about him? The smell of blood in the air became increasingly intense, staining the floor and carpet with bright red bloodstains... Leave? Did she really have to leave?

Maia stepped toward the direction of the door, his urging voice persisting behind her. He continued pushing her to leave. It was precisely because of his repeated urging that Maia bit her lip and stopped her steps.

“Cedric, I have a question for you.”

This question, she had to ask. Even in this moment, in this situation, she had to ask this question.