The Enchanted Night

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No! That could not happen! She was not going to allow it!

"Clark, what the hell do you want?"

she asked with her voice shaking. Clark's motive was a puzzle to her.

"I just want to marry you,"

Clark replied with a carefree smile on his face. He stared at Amanda like a snake wooing his prey.

"But I know you don't love me,"

Amanda replied. She could not understand why Clark would want to marry her. This was a torture for her. Her freedom was something that she held at a high importance.

"I just need us to get married. I won't even touch you,"

Clark shrugged as he took two steps back. Now, his intentions were clear.

Amanda stared at Clark with a face full of disbelief.

'Why does he want to do that?' she couldn't help but wonder. It didn't make sense. His words only made her more and more confused.

"I swear. I won't touch you anymore as long as you agree to marry me. Think about it. Do you want to get married with me then get a happy divorce in a few years, or do you want your naked photos to be seen by the whole world?"

Clark's tone was calm, but his threat was clear.

Amanda looked at Clark miserably. Neither option appealed to her.

Besides, she knew how bad Clark could be. She knew what he was capable of. Ignoring his threat would mean that he would do everything to make her life a living hell again

Saying yes, though...

Amanda closed her eyes and bit her lip as she thought about the consequences.

If she agreed to marry Clark, she at least had the option to divorce him after a couple of years. This would only make her an unlucky, divorced woman. This was way better than being branded a slut.

"Can you promise that you won't touch me and that you wi

Jean Wen sacrificed herself for family interests. Before her husband divorced her, she made every effort to please him.

"You are inexperienced in bed," he said coldly.

"You! Give that land to my family, or I won't agree to divorce," Jean replied furiously.

"Fine. It is exactly what I am thinking about," he sneered.

behind her. The sight of her concentration filled him with joy.

The painting seemed to draw him in. It had a certain charm to it that could get anyone's attention. Seeing the little girl and her red dress in the snow made Rufus smile too.

Cassandra put her paint brush down and looked at Rufus who concentrated on the painting in front of him.

"It's just a fun hobby,"

Cassandra said shyly. She didn't know why she was constantly shy in front of Rufus. She was not a professional painter, and she didn't think her paintings were that good.

"That's all right. It's good to have a hobby,"

he replied with a soft smile as he looked at Cassandra with adoring eyes.

"Do you want to be a professional painter?"

Rufus asked. This startled Cassandra a bit.

That was something that Clark also suggested before, but she refused. Now that Rufus brought it up, Cassandra hesitated.

"Do you think I will ever be a famous painter?"

Cassandra asked, doubting her abilities.

"Why do you have to be a famous painter? Isn't it enough to be doing something that you love?"

Rufus raised his eyebrows as he locked eyes with her.