Forced Into Marriage: My Husband’s Too Mean novel Chapter 480

There was a long silence in his ears as Shaun clung to Yvette desperately, waiting for her answer.

Yvette's voice was heavy with sobs and the last bit of faltering insistence. "Shaun Juhl, do you know how ridiculous you sound? Why is it that when you don't love me, I don’t have the right to love you, but when you love me, I have to follow suit? It's just so unreasonable!"

"It's all my fault." Shaun let go of Yvette slightly and looked at her swollen red eyes, "You can be angry and blame me all you want."

"How can I blame you?" Yvette sobbed uncontrollably.

Yvette tried so desperately to forgive Shaun. She could not help but follow him, especially when she heard that he was ready to propose to Lindsey, her heart was desolate, but she still could not help herself and went to take a look.

She told others that she no longer loved this man, but she never managed to lie to herself.

"Shaun Juhl, I really, really, really, want to hate you..." Yvette murmured as her body shook.

Shaun lowered his head in agony. Their foreheads were pressed together. In the next second, Yvette's tear-stained lips pressed against Shaun's without warning. "But I still want to prove to myself that I didn't love the wrong person."

Her kiss was sloppy and direct, yet it moved Shaun’s heart. He quickly kissed her back and went along with her movements. They were stuck together for a long time.

Shaun gently kissed the tears at the corner of her lips. His chest was heaving and he was panting slightly, then he said slowly but firmly, "You didn’t love the wrong person."

He knew that there were too many unknowns in the future, but he knew that this sunny and reckless girl was the only one for him.

This longing kiss was not interrupted until the phone rang.

Yvette opened her dazed eyes slightly. There was a smile under the redness, with a little confusion and vulnerability. A certain part of Shaun’s body became harder to control and his eyes were suddenly a little bloodshot.

Yvette noticed that the two of them had somehow gone to Shaun's bed and her chiffon shirt was hiked up to reveal half of her smooth and fair torso. Yvette suddenly blushed.

Shaun maintained his kneeling position on top of her and leaned down, clasping her fingers. The two of them were in an ambiguous and dangerous position.

When Yvette felt a certain bulge, she was so shy that she did not know where to look. She had never been so intimate with a man in a sober state before.

Yvette tilted her head slightly and pushed Shaun away in a panic while her other hand straightened out her clothes. She stammered, "My...my phone is ringing. Will you get it for me?"

Shaun’s lustful eyes looked like he wanted to strip her naked, but he still had his wits. His gaze gradually returned to normal and he got up to look for her phone.

Yvette was left on the bed, covering her face with her hands.

After a while, her hand was pried away. Shaun sat on the edge of the bed and wrapped his arm around Yvette while he held her phone to her ear.

This feeling dominated her behavior, so she once again broke away from Shaun's embrace and did not look at him. Yvette spoke incoherently, "I have to go home, my brother will be worried soon. Also, can you not come so close to me?"

Yvette sounded so aggrieved when she said this that the little bit of frustration Shaun felt when she rejected him dissipated. He stood in place and did not go close to her, then sighed lightly and helplessly said, “Let’s go, I’ll send you home.”

She lifted her head to look at his expression and moved her lips, but in the end, she did not say anything and let out a soft “mm”.

Yvette straightened her hair and followed Shaun out in silence.

She was carried back by Shaun earlier, so she only had time to take a closer look at Shaun's home now.

It was very clean, and the monochrome decor was very minimalistic, which did not seem to match Shaun's usual warm personality. The whole villa was quiet with no one around, which made this space seem a little too big and empty.

Shaun, who was walking in front, had already regained composure. He had one hand in his pocket and his steps were not too fast nor too slow, always a step away from Yvette’s.

Before they went out the door, Yvette could not help but ask, "Do you live alone?"

The man in front of her stopped in his tracks and turned his head, looking at her with smiling eyes. "Of course. Do you want me to live with others?"