Chapter 3 Kneel Down And Beg

As Wendy continued to struggle, her head was raised. She took this chance to plead loudly. "Don't drown me! Please, I still have to take care of my mother and brother."

Tears mixed with cold water trickled down on her face.

"Drown you?"

Greg's voice dripped with sarcasm. Wendy opened her eyes and was promptly blinded by the dazzling light from the ceiling. It was then she realized that she was half kneeling towards a bathtub filled with water.

It looked like Greg's home. She had been brought here from the private room.

Greg coldly glowered at her. In a disgusted voice, he said, "Why are you panicking? I'm just cleaning your body. You vomited all over my car just now."

After explaining, Greg noticed Wendy's dress. It was wet so it clung to her slender and shriveled up body. She looked totally different from before, back when she had a nice hourglass-shaped figure.

Only God knew what kind of life she had been living during the past three years. She was as skinny as a malnourished homeless person.

For a moment, that sight made Greg's heart ache, but it didn't last long. He decided to suppress his emotions.

He was resolved to no longer worry about her. He was sure to never treat her as his most prized treasure again.

Wendy had made herself a laughingstock. She was greedy and she plotted for his family's demise.

But the most unbearable thing for Greg was seeing Wendy's nude photos. They were pictures that revealed her terrible past before they even knew each other.

"I'm sorry, Greg. I didn't mean to throw up in your car. I was so drunk. I didn't realize what I was doing. Please just let me go home!" Wendy gazed at his cold face and begged him.

Greg was absorbed in his thoughts. She was afraid that he was just thinking of more ways to torture her.

She had a thin body now, that was true, but she still hadn't lost her attractiveness and allure.

"I haven't seen you for three years and yet you're still the same. You haven't stopped doing shameless and despicable things!" Greg sneered and pushed her against the wall.

As if her chest was suddenly shot with a thousand sharp arrows, Wendy felt her heart stop beating for a second.

"No! I did nothing wrong!" Wendy argued desperately while her face was still shoved against the cold bathroom wall. She felt immensely powerless.

Greg ignored her words. He stepped one foot into the bathtub and pushed Wendy's head with a hand. He clung to her cold wet body and whispered in her ear, "If I weren't in that private room tonight, would you have sold your body?"

"No, I was there to do business with my boss!" Wendy's brain was buzzing with panic now. She screamed her answer in hopes of making Greg learn the truth clearly.

Hearing the loud scream, Greg's face turned fierce. He surged forward to bite Wendy's neck.

Wendy howled in pain. There wasn't anything else she could do since her body was still firmly pressed against the wall.

"You've already slept with so many people, but you haven't slept with your ex-fiance yet." Greg rubbed against Wendy's skin fueled by humiliation and anger. After a few seconds, he felt intense disgust in his heart and let her go.

Wendy crossed her arms and wistfully stared at him. "Believe it or not, I haven't had sex with anyone."

She then reached up to touch the wound from Greg's bite. She felt a sharp pain as soon as her hand made contact with it and she frowned.

Seeing her pained expression, Greg looked down on her and squinted. "If you're in pain, kneel down and beg. Maybe that would make me happy and let you go."

At this point, Wendy's heart hurt so much that she couldn't breathe. She also felt so cold that her teeth involuntarily chattered.

Nevertheless, she wouldn't kneel down to beg Greg. She was starting to regret not being determined enough in the private room. She shouldn't have given him the chance to bring her home.

"No way!" Wendy retorted.

"You are so stubborn." Greg sneered in disbelief. He narrowed his eyes at her and wiped the blood off the corner of his mouth. He started walking towards Wendy.

"Bastard, put me down!"

Wendy's feet dangled in the air as she was carried by Greg into the bedroom.

She kicked desperately but her feet only touched air. Her hands though, were continuously hitting Greg's chest.

With a thud, Wendy was mercilessly thrown down and her thin body fell right in the middle of the bed.

Her wet clothes dripped onto the bed sheets. Her hair was dripping wet too and it clung to her cheeks as she struggled to get up.

Greg, who stood in front of the bed, eyed her dangerously. He pursed his lips and clenched his fists before asking coldly, "You said I'm a bastard?"

"Yes! You are a bastard! You don't know what's right from wrong and you don't keep your promises. I drank so much but you still refused to sign the contract!" Wendy glared at him as she sat on the bed. Her face turned paler by the second from being wet and cold for so long.

Greg's face reddened with anger and he shook his head. He turned around to walk to the table and got a cigarette. He lit it before staring at Wendy again whose condition somehow made him feel distressed and sad at the same time.

However, the pain and humiliation he experienced in the past still wrapped his heart in distrust. Greg no longer believed in any woman.

In his eyes, Wendy was just a stupid and frivolous woman.

He puffed out a cloud of smoke before speaking to her again. His voice was laced with disgust. "You'll know the fate of the contract tomorrow. If you think I'm a bastard, then what are you? You are dirty!"

Again, Wendy felt like her heart was deeply and painfully stabbed.

Yes, she was dirty. In Greg's eyes, she was a person who had slept with many people.

"Then why did you bring me here? Don't touch me if you think I'm dirty!" Wendy shouted at him and tried hard to hold back her tears. It was hard considering that she was plagued with disappointment and sadness.

Her logical answer irritated Greg. His eyes darkened and his expression turned feral. It looked as if he was ready to eat Wendy up.

He abruptly threw the cigarette on the floor and lunged forward to throw Wendy out of the bed.

"You're right. Get out of here right now!"

The force of being thrown out of the bed caused Wendy's shoulder to hit the corner of the table. She clenched her teeth at the immediate piercing pain, unable to speak.

Greg had completely changed. She didn't know him anymore. He was just a stranger now.

This thought fired up Wendy's determination to leave. She endured the searing pain and picked up her handbag on the floor before going out of the bedroom.

That night, Wendy chose to hide in a small hotel room instead of going home. She spent all night clad in her wet dress with tears streaming down her face.

She didn't dare to let her mother see her state. She had two wounds on her shoulder and neck that were all clearly visible. She was in such a mess.

The next morning, she bought medicine gauze and band aids from a drugstore to hide her wounds. She rushed to the company afterwards.

Wendy cared more about whether she could keep her job or not. Her fear of being unemployed was for more important than her feelings of being heartbroken over Greg.

Right now, her family was in a severe financial crisis. The medical and school fees were not the only things she needed to pay for. There were still the daily necessities.

However, it was impossible to support a family of three with her meager monthly salary. She had originally hoped on receiving the twenty thousand dollars bonus from her boss, but she wasn't sure of that now. She couldn't exactly depend on the CEO of their partner company which, sadly, turned out to be Greg Xiao.

So, if she lost this job, their whole family's life would be in danger. They would need her to save them through other means.

Wendy entered the company uneasily. Just as she was about to look for her boss, she was called by his secretary.

"Wendy, Mr. Yang is throwing a fit. He's too angry so don't go to find him yet. I was scolded just now," the secretary complained, clueless as to why their boss was so angry.

Wendy nodded in understanding and comforted the secretary in a soft voice. She turned around, intending to go to her seat and start working, but she was called by their boss who just walked out of his office.

"This is your salary for this month. I will still give you monetary compensation but only for the next two weeks. We're done after that. Take this and leave now." Mr. Yang sat in his chair and faced the window to gaze at the sky. He threw a packed cash and a dismissal letter for Wendy on the table.

She was dumbfounded. She felt like she was in nightmare as she left the office with a thin stack of salary.

As it turned out, Wendy fainted after drinking one and a half bottle of whisky. Still, Greg remained heartless and took her home without signing the contract.

This was it. Wendy just lost her job. All she had right now was several thousand dollars in her pocket.

She was in a daze, but she soon made it home and saw her mother washing her clothes.

Wendy felt a pang of pain in her chest. She had been so consumed with work these days that she forgot to wash her own clothes. It has gotten so bad that it even forced her sick mother to clean them herself.

She put her arms around her mother's waist, hugging her from behind. Tears streamed down her face as she felt her mother's warmth. She was home.

"Wendy, what's wrong with your body?" Her mother turned around. Her kind smile was instantly replaced with shock when her eyes landed on Wendy's bruises.

"It's okay. I hit myself by accident!" Wendy shook her head, trying her best to look calm. She then rushed to her room to hide.

"No way! That's impossible!"

The following day, Wendy was anxiously waiting for her mother at home when she received a phone call from the traffic police.

Yesterday, after her mother saw the bruises on her body, she was compelled to come out with the truth.

Wendy wasn't really good at lying so she had to tell her mother what really happened the night before that day.