The Runaway Groom
Chapter 986

Martin did not even ask Lulu's permission.

She struggled. "What's gotten into you... Umph!"

It hurt very much for the first time, and her nails were digging into his arm...

Martin left her consciousness turning dull, and she eventually could not even make a sound.

It hurt below the waist, and she had no idea when she blacked out and fell asleep, let alone how she returned to their room.

Martin had her against the wall, the door, the floor... but his touch was cold and distant!

She tried to push him away but could not—he would only go harder if she resisted, and she eventually did not dare to resist.

Then, she heard Jean cry, but he refused to let her go.

Jean eventually stopped crying, while Lulu eventually felt something warm and damp over herself.

As she opened her eyes, she found Martin wiping her down.

Her expression was cool as she slapped his hand off and got up.

She felt a tearing sensation as she did and frowned.

Martin's fingers clenched on his warm towel as he looked at her, "Sorry..."

Lulu said nothing—she grabbed her clothes and threw them over herself as she strode to the washroom.

She examined her body and actually found swelling—she was left in disbelief that Martin would treat her like this.

She took a shower, and when she got out, Martin was still sitting there without moving an inch.

When she checked on Jean, he said, "I just fed her. She's asleep.” Lulu pursed her lips. "What did Zachary tell you?"

“Nothing,” he replied, lowering his gaze.

Lulu remained where she stood. "So what did you—"

“I'm sorry,” he apologized again, knowing that he was wrong.

Just like how Zachary could tell where the red marks on his neck were from, he could imagine how Jean was conceived.

And spurred on by alcohol, the agitation from the alcohol left him falling into pieces!

He never wanted to hurt her, but he did it.

He could even remember having his hands around her neck and could scarcely believe he would do that to her.

He loathed himself for doing something like that and got up to leave the room.

Lulu did not ask where he was going, her expression apathetic. James had been rescued, but when Irene saw him again, he was limping, his arm plastered and there were two deep gashes on her head.

Her eyes went red right then, and she could scarcely imagine what kind of torment he went through.

Erin was standing at his side, her eyes swelling red and having obviously cried a lot.

Having already arranged a room, Irene gestured for Erin to take him there.

"Good to have you back," she said and nothing else.

It would be pointless, since there was no comfort to be had!

And despite his injury, James remained optimistic. “The doctor said that I'll be fine in a few months. There's no need to worry.”

It would have been better if he stayed quiet—Erin's eyes were welling with tears once he spoke!

Irene patted her on the back. "Just go in."

At the same time, James chuckled. "If you start crying again, everyone else would think that I'm bullying you."

Erin sniffled quietly but said nothing.

James sighed—she was refusing to listen. Even though he knew that she felt upset and that she was hurt, he felt stressed in turn that she kept crying.

Still, Erin wiped her tears and snapped, "You're almost limp now. You better be nice to me or I'm dumping you."

James smiled, but moving his cheek pulled on his facial scars, and he winced in pain.

It broke Erin's heart to see that. "Does it hurt?"

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