Chapter 6 You Have to Give Me Whatever I Want

"You're wearing the underwear of the Lance family!" Eleonora did not expect that Quentin would say such words. What did he mean? Did he want her to get out of the Lance family with her naked body?

Yes, that was right. Eleonora knew that the bra on her body was Victor's secret. Even the most common style one was estimated to be tens of thousands of dollars. So Quentin was indeed very extravagant. As his wife who he might divorce at any time, she could even wear luxuries both inside and outside.

Eleonora thought of this. A cold smile appeared on her delicate and beautiful face. "Oh, so that's what you meant. I know what to do."

After that, Eleonora opened the side chain of the skirt, took off the skirt and then underwear, until she stood naked in front of Quentin.

Quentin was so angry that he was dumbfounded.

He just wanted to find an excuse to prevent her from leaving tonight, but he didn't expect that she would be so naked in front of him.

At this time, Quentin looked at Eleonora who had taken off her clothes. Her tender porcelain-like skin was covered with blue and purple bruises, like blooming flowers on her collarbone, chest, lower abdomen, and thigh.

Of course, they were what he had done to her. Quentin looked at those shocking bruises and his heart trembled slightly. He was too cruel to her.

"I can't wear clothes. Can you lend me a bath towel?" said Eleonora as she walked into the bathroom. She wrapped herself in a bath towel and was about to walk out of the door with nothing in her hands.

Quentin grabbed her arm.

Eleonora looked back with a sad smile on her face. "Why, are you even stingy with a bath towel?"

Quentin was so furious. He raised his hand and wanted to slap her, but Eleonora raised her head and approached him. "If you want to slap me, just do it. You can take my life at any time. After all, the Balton family owes your family."

Quentin looked at Eleonora, who closed her eyes and raised her little face to let him hit her.

She just closed her eyes, stubbornly raised her little face, and looked fearless.

Quentin felt a pain in his heart.

Eleonora listened to Quentin's rapid breathing because of anger. She was waiting for a storm to come again, but Quentin's palm didn't fall on her face for a long time.

Eleonora opened her eyes and looked into the pair of deep eyes that she was familiar with.

There was a flash of softness in his deep eyes.

This kind of softness made Eleonora feel flattered. His eyes had been full of bone-chilling coldness for more than a year. Was it wrong for her to see the softness in his eyes today?

As she was thinking, the softness in Quentin's eyes disappeared in a flash and was replaced by coldness and cruelty. He grabbed Eleonora's hair, raised her head high, and then kissed her tightly.

Eleonora was nearly suffocated by his kiss.

Eleonora tried to dodge and push Quentin away, but his hands were like iron pliers, tightly holding her in his arms. His kiss kept going deeper and deeper.

"You b*stard, let go of me..." Eleonora bit Quentin's lips, and only then did Quentin let go of her reluctantly.

Eleonora felt the warm liquid in her mouth. She wiped it with her hand. It was blood. She bit through Quentin's lips.

Quentin reached out his hand to wipe away the blood at the corner of his mouth. His eyes were burning with anger. "How dare you bite me? Eleonora, you're going too far!"

"We're already going to get divorced. Please behave yourself, Young Master!"

"Behave myself? Eleonora, don't forget that you're still my wife tonight. You have to give me whatever I want!" Quentin's voice was not loud, but it was full of irresistible power.