The Substitute Bride Is Reborn and Loves Her Husband No more - Chapter 128

Chapter 128: Get off me
“Rose… You see? There are still possibilities for you. You can still move your thigh. Maybe you just can’t walk yet. I don’t understand your situation, but we’re going to help you get well. Everything’s going to be okay.”

Rose bit her lips, staring at Rolan as he spoke to her so gently. She couldn’t help it—sad emotion coiled in her chest.

“You’re sounding so sweet…”

She wished she was the same in her past life, but he was so different from what she knew in her past life. If only he could be like this forever. If he had treated her like this in the past, maybe they would have had a chance.

“Stop the talking, Rolan. Take action and don’t talk.” Her face carried a frown, dismissing Rolan from making any casual conversation with her. She felt so embarrassed now. She didn’t have the strength to entertain his talk while he was looking at her face to face, just because he had gotten a chance with her.

“Don’t be shy, Rose.” Rolan chuckled, bringing his hand to cup her face. “I am very sincere, Rose. What is so confusing? Can’t you see it? I am sincere with you. I have never done anything to you. Never cheated or anything.”

Like a bear ringing an alarm, Rose’s emotions turned cold hearing his words. He never cheated? He never cheated, but yet Jennifer was sending her intimate photos of the both of them. He had left her to die in the past because of Jennifer. How could he say that he never cheated on her? The lying bastard. She gritted her teeth.

“Rolan, get off me,” she commanded.

Rolan stared at her in confusion. What happened? Why did she suddenly shout at him, asking him to back off?

“I said back off,” she repeated herself.

Rolan stared at her with a sad expression. “What did I do to you, Rose? I thought we were happy moments ago.” He still stared at her like that.

“I said back off!”

Rolan’s brows furrowed. He frowned. Why was she treating him like this? He didn’t like it. He showed her all his sincerity, but yet she was acting like this. Rolan held her shoulder and refused to back off.

“Rose, don’t treat me this way. I am very sincere with you. Why are you like this?”

Rose stared at him with burning eyes. Rolan cupped her face, slashing his lips on hers. Her lips that were moving to chase him away and leave him coldly were no longer seen. The smack in his heart, liking her—she was just quiet. The kiss that was meant to just shut her up turned into a deeper kiss. He still found her lips. He found hers coyly with his lips on hers, biting her lips. She tasted so divine to him, almost like strawberry chocolate—sweet. She was just the sweetest pastry he could have ever tasted in his life.

Tears fell from the corners of Rose’s eyes. Her hands held on to his shoulders. She felt so crazy. Her emotion was immense. What was happening to her? She was so messed up. She hated this. She didn’t like herself at all. Yes, she was so mean to Rolan, causing him everything. She wasn’t kind to him at all. Meanwhile, Rolan was just trying to help her. She was just being a bitch by not accepting his help.

“Rolan…” she called, but didn’t say anything. His lips were on her. She couldn’t speak properly. Rolan was just kissing her. It felt so hot. His mouth was already standing very stiff. He needed a way to release. His hand was on her waist, smoothly rubbing back and forth. His hand had already raised her shirt, his bare palm touching the base of her waist skin.

Rose knew this the moment his hand started playing on her waist. He was up to something. It wasn’t going to end there—such simple actions like kissing. As he rubbed his hand back and forth on her waist, his hands trailed over to her stomach, touching her belly button. This was the second time, and she couldn’t escape this time around.

Then his hand finally went to that place, touching her chest, but she was still covered by a bra. Rolan just held the bra with one firm grip, inserted his hand, and the bra snapped open. He had no time to undress it. The big, rash palm immediately wrapped around one of her breasts—bam—immediately wrapping it. Rose bit her lips, stopping herself from moaning.

Rolan squeezed the breast, fumbling with it. His thumb found her nipple and played with it, making it bounce back and forth. It sent pleasure through Rose. He jutted on her. Rolan repeated the action. He was kissing her deeply like he would devour her, and his single hand was also busy devouring her breast.

“Oh dear, Rolan,” Rose moaned. Her moans were so uncontrollable. She couldn’t hold it in. He was kissing her. She was so lost. The pleasure had taken over her head, her face. She couldn’t oppose anything, say anything. All she knew was that she would enjoy the moment—the way he was kissing her like she was his everything and all.

“Rose, you want me, right? I don’t want it to be as if I’m forcing you.” He stopped. He broke the kiss, looking at her deeply.

She bit her lips.

“Rose, if you don’t want to, talk to me. Just slap me and I’ll know you don’t want it,” he said, hoping. Though in his heart, he hoped she wouldn’t reject him, wouldn’t say no—she would accept everything.

As she hadn’t, he waited for long. When he didn’t see any reaction from her, his eyes smiled. Then he moved down below her and lay on her breast, taking the nipple into his mouth. He sucked on it. He didn’t know why, but sucking her breast made him more aroused.

As he sucked one of her breasts, his other hand played with the second one. Rose moaned.

“Ah,” she moaned. Her moans were so uncontrollable. She—