There is no answer. The bodyguards grab them man’s arms and drag him out of the room.
Leonie turns pale at the mention of the pregnancy. She lowers her head and steps aside, looking wronged and betrayed. Leilani sees through her every expression and move. One minute she’s scheming and vicious and the next she feigns purity and innocence. How good she is at pretending!
“Leonie,” The venerable Mrs. Bamford beckons to her.
Leonie sneaks a look at Leilani as if she’s evaluating the competition and walks to join Mrs. Bamford.
“Come to my room,” Mrs. Bamford says.
Leonie understands that Mrs. Bamford wants to speak to her privately, and she follows the older woman obediently. As she leaves the room she casts a seductive look at Waylen but he doesn’t seem to notice. She quickly lowers her head, her heart pounding in her ears.
The journalists have all left. Mrs. Bamford has left too. Anthony realizes he and his family can’t linger much longer and they hasten out of the room. Only Robert, some maids, Waylen, and Leilani remain in the large dining room. The atmosphere is still incredibly tense.
“Ask Mrs. Bamford to go back to the bedroom.”
Waylen swallows and stares at Leilani who, immune to her current situation, continues drinking. He has to grind his teeth to use the word “ask.”
The maids flock to Leilani to escort her out of the room. Suddenly, a glass flies through the air and shatters at their feet. Shocked, the maids stop waiting to see what Leilani will do next. Leilani appraises Waylen with blatant dislike. Then she hitches up her dress, takes off her high heels and climbs onto the dining table.
“Mrs. Bamford, it’s too dangerous.,” the maids protest, “Please, come down.”
Crash!
Leilani throws another glass and then a plate covered in delicate gold-leaf patterns. The plate flies through the air toward Waylen.
The servants scream, “Mr. Bamford, watch out!”
Waylen tilts his head slightly and the plate whooshes past his ear. It crashes into the wall fast and fierce, proving that she was trying to hurt him.
“Pregnant? With you?” she hisses, “You must be joking.”
Another plate misses its intended target and Leilani feels disappointed. She leans over and grabs a plate near her feet and throws at Waylen again.
“Waylen, are you afraid to divorce me?” she asks.
She’s furious. She thought that her plan was fail-proof. She invited the Peters, his childhood sweetheart, and the press over to ensure her victory. She assumed that the divorce was set in stone, but he used this absurd story about pregnancy to change the situation and spoil her plan.
“You want a divorce that much?” he asks with genuine curiosity.
Leilani is ready to throw another plate, but she pauses. She’s about to nod, when he says, “Too bad I don’t want a divorce so much anymore.”
Bang!
A bottle of red wine breaks at Waylen’s feet, splashing all over his expensive shoes and trousers.
“Why not?” Leilani demands.
She stumbles to Waylen’s end of the table.
“Has one passionate night made you fall in love with me?” she asks mockingly.
Swiftly, Waylen grabs her from the table and dr.a.p.es her over his shoulder. He holds her like a predator that’s just caught its prey. Leilani yells and struggles as hard as she can. She pounds her fists into his back over and over, “Waylen, divorce me or else.”
Waylen raises his eyebrows with interest and amus.e.m.e.nt, “Or else what?”
His taunting tone enrages her. She squirms and he shifts her weight, carrying her in his arms bridal style. She turns her head and viciously bites his collarbone. Blood seeps from the wound and reddens his silk shirt, but Waylen doesn’t even flinch. He continues carrying her up the stairs and down the hall, finally tossing her onto his king-size bed.
“Asshole!” Leilani props herself up on her elbows.
Her low-cut dress reveals a sight that incites his desire. He slowly unbuttons the gold buttons on his shirt. He’s not normally a man who indulges in carnal pleasure. In the past, Leilani tried every possible method to seduce him, but he remained uninterested. He rarely even pleasured himself. But this new Leilani, this bold and insolent woman who insults and attacks him, intrigues him. No woman has ever treated him that way before.
Leilani feels the bed sink under his weight and he positions himself on top of her, and she frowns. It’s obvious what he wants. She wants to punch him in the face or kick him where it hurts, but she decides to use her wiles instead.
“Did you fall for me?” She murmured, “I thought you said you couldn’t get it up for me without medical assistance?”
Is she provoking him? Is this still part of her plan to get the divorce? Waylen doesn’t care. No one can divorce him. If there’s going to a divorce, it has to be his decision, his announcement.
He takes her hand and guides it to his pants, pressing it to the stiffening part within,
“Looks like I can now,” he says.
It’s hot and hard. Leilani’s eyes widen with surprise, “Waylen, what do you want?”
“What do I want?” His look is intense and demanding, “I want to create heirs with you, Mrs. Bamford, how about that?”
It’s a question, but it doesn’t sound like a question. He’s telling her an important decision.
Leilani wants to slap him across the face but unfortunately, he is pinning her hands above her head. She’s furious, but she feels the desire rising in her stomach. She glares at him, “Do you know what you’re like right now?”
“You’re nothing but a horndog.”
Leilani is a bit dizzy. The obscene words coming out of her mouth are a drastic contrast to her normally docile demeanor. It’s sensually thrilling.
Waylen presses his lips together, “Don’t forget that it was you who drugged me and begged for me to love you. It was you who writhed underneath me. And after such an amorous night, this part…”
He trails his fingertips from her collarbone to her still smooth belly. His meaning can’t be clearer. Leilani shudders at the thought of having a child with Waylen and shakes her head from right to left. She jabs her finger into his chest in protest, but Waylen sees her movement as a flirtation.
He has given her plenty of leniencies today, allowing her to invite the press and Leonie into his home, allowing her to publicly announce a divorce. He wants to see what Leilani has up her sleeve, but his patience is wearing thin.
He abruptly grabs her fumbling hands and presses them above her head before leaning down to kiss her. Her breath smells like wine and it makes him feel intoxicated. Leilani m.o.a.ns, feeling her temperature rise. It seems like the entire world has turned upside down.
She doesn’t want to kiss him, but her body betrays her and she squirms beneath him. Her sanity reminds her to fight back and she rocks her head from side to side. Waylen takes this as a provocation and kisses her even more deeply.
Suddenly, her stomach starts to churn. She can’t bear the thought of Waylen kissing her like this. From someplace deep inside herself, she finds the strength to push Waylen away. But she is not fast enough; the contents of her stomach suddenly rise and she vomits all over Waylen before rushing out of the room.
In seconds Waylen becomes gloomy and morose. Is kissing him that revolting? He presses the bell on the bedside table and a young maid rushes in, out of breath, “Yes, Mr. Bamford?”
“Clean it up,” he orders, “Including my wife.”
Then he walks straight to the bathroom. The young maid stares at Waylen’s back and can’t help wondering how he manages to look elegant and handsome in such an unfortunate situation. Tearing her gaze away from Waylen, the maid rushes after Leilani.
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