Fated love: the unwanted bride

Chapter 748: Chapter 748: Suddenly Kicked Over

They had kissed before, but this was their first kiss after five years.

Charles Mcintosh had no intention of letting go of Lilac Serval, one hand firmly gripping her shoulder while the other held her face.

This kiss, from the start, was domineering and ruthless.

Her lips tasted of sweet wine and the faint hint of cigarettes.

At first, Charles Mcintosh just brushed his lips against hers, but then, unable to stop himself, he kissed her somewhat fiercely, as if trying to reclaim all those lost years.

Lilac Serval’s breath was shaky, her hair all over the place, and the straps of her dress were crumpled and disarrayed.

Her hand clenched into a fist, pounding on Charles Mcintosh’s shoulder.

But their strength was mismatched, she was no match for him, and within less than a minute, he had completely dominated her.

This kiss, he gave it everything.

His scent enveloped Lilac Serval, permeating her hair, unable to be blocked or dissipated.

Charles Mcintosh was burning up, his brows furrowed in intense heat, his eyes filled with a smoldering passion.

Lilac Serval could feel his change and saw the fervor in his gaze.

Just as Charles Mcintosh was completely lost in the moment, his awareness dwindling—

Lilac Serval fought back, lifting her leg and aiming for a certain spot, she suddenly kicked him hard.

Charles Mcintosh grimaced, letting out a muffled grunt.

It was only then that he let go of her.

Seeing the change in his expression, Lilac Serval knew that she had kicked him hard.

Charles Mcintosh leaned against the wall, looking at her with a cold gaze, his eyes sharp as a blade.

Sweat beaded down from his forehead.

Lilac Serval straightened her dress and gave him a nonchalant glance, “I told you I’m not interested in you. If you were younger, like maybe eleven, I might not have rejected you. Unfortunately, you’re not. Self-awareness is a virtue, I’ve made it clear I’m not interested in you, so stop pursuing me like a clingy pest, it’s annoying.”

Charles Mcintosh’s expression darkened, like the sky before a storm.

The atmosphere was oppressively tense.

“Lilac Serval, you have become quite capable.” Charles Mcintosh gritted his teeth.

“I have always been capable.” Lilac Serval sneered, “You threw me into a fighting ring, and I survived. If that’s not being capable, then what is? On the other hand, Brother Mcintosh, I might have hit you a bit too hard just now. You better rush to the hospital, in case you really become impotent. Don’t blame me for that.”

Charles Mcintosh glared at her, “If I really do end up impotent, you won’t be able to escape either.”

“So unreasonable.”

Lilac Serval gave him an indifferent glance, wiped the remnants of the kiss from her lips, and turned to leave.@@novelbin@@

This time, Charles Mcintosh didn’t chase after her.

Lilac Serval, in her orange sundress, disappeared into the northern wind, her dress fluttering.

She hugged herself tightly, now that the cold was biting.

The wind fluttered her long wavy hair, and she squinted, stepping two steps back.

As if recalling something, she turned back around.

Upon her return, she rummaged through Charles Mcintosh’s pockets a few times.

“What are you doing?” Charles Mcintosh growled in a hoarse voice, his expression terrible.

“Found it.” She pulled out the car keys from his pocket, “Brother Mcintosh, surely you aren’t really making me walk home, right? I’m gonna take your car for now, pick it up from the Hilton Hotel downtown tomorrow.”

With that, Lilac Serval left with his car keys.

Under the night sky, she bloomed like a flower in the light.

Gradually, Charles Mcintosh lost sight of her figure.

When Lilac Serval got to the car, she was so cold she was numb and couldn’t feel anything.

Thankfully the car was well heated, she quickly found a blanket and wrapped herself up for warmth.

Charles Mcintosh’s car was really nice, better than the one she drove in Lonton.

Her saying that she was doing better than him, was just her putting on a brave face.

How could she possibly be doing better than him…

He was living in Landon under Mr. Cheney’s shadow, commanding the wind and clouds, and having power, status, and money at his disposal.