Secretly Married to a Wealthy Husband

Chapter 903: Chapter 903: Don’t Take Kindness for Weakness!

“Shut up!”

Before Yale Shaw could finish his sentence, Camila Walker roared with rage.

The scene on the cruise ship four years ago was still her most unwanted memory, and for her, it was an indelible shame that time could never erase.

Interrupted once again, the smile on Yale Shaw’s face vanished immediately, replaced by annoyance!

This woman really doesn’t know how to appreciate favors. The world is full of women who want to please Yale Shaw, but this woman right here simply refuses to drink a toast and instead insists on facing the penalty!

His gaze narrowed slightly, a sinister gleam flashed in his eyes, “Camila Walker, don’t be so damn unappreciative. Four years ago, on that cruise ship, you were on your knees begging me to satisfy you. What high ground are you trying to take now?”

Camila Walker clenched her fists tightly. Yale Shaw’s words were like a thorn that pierced deeply into her heart.

“That’s because you all injected me with stuff!” she roared desperately, trying to prove that she was not that kind of woman.

Indeed, the person she used to be was arrogant and haughty. Yet, when it came to her body and soul, she was pure and unblemished, never wishing to demean herself in such a way.

Upon hearing this, Yale Shaw curved the corners of his lips, “Oh? Is that so?”

Camila Walker remained silent, her bright starry eyes fixated on the man before her, cautious of his every encroaching step.

She had to figure out a way to escape from here!

“Now that you’re sober, I’m quite eager to see what difference it makes compared to that time…” Yale Shaw finished speaking, a deep mirth in his eyes, his lips curling into an upward grin, exuding a sense of danger that filled her with unease.

Watching his advancing steps, Camila Walker kept retreating, sensing unease from his words.

“You… what are you going to do?”

Yale Shaw’s laughter grew even wilder, “What a joke. What else could I bring you here to do? Besides, I’m quite curious about sober you’s reactions. You tell me, what else can we do?”

The strong desire to conquer within Yale Shaw’s heart was gradually ignited. He was born to conquer various women, to make them verbally refuse while their bodies incessantly craved, time and time again begging him, calling out to him to satisfy them.

The more he thought about it, the stronger and uncontrollable the urge within him grew, viewing the woman in front of him as prey ready for the hunt!

“Don’t come any closer!” Camila Walker roared with fury. Her eyes caught a glimpse of a bottle of fine red wine on the table, and quickly grabbing it, she smashed it against the table’s edge, holding the neck tightly in the palm of her hand. Then, facing the man closing in, she tried to use her anger to scare him off!

But who was Yale Shaw to fear a woman?

As for the broken bottle neck in her hand, Yale Shaw didn’t care one bit, his steps not planning to stop.

“I like you just the way you are.”

No sooner had he spoken than in the blink of an eye, Yale Shaw was already in front of her. Just as she furiously swung the bottle neck towards him, Yale Shaw, quick-eyed and fleet-handed, grabbed her wrist with agility, then smiled lecherously.

“Do you think you, a woman, could be my match?”

“Let go, let go of me!” Her hands were tightly clasped by him, intensifying the fear in Camila Walker’s heart.

Remembering the scene from four years ago, this man before her was like a devil, sending chills throughout her body.