Our Anniversary, You Chose Her – I Chose Divorce

”No, we can’t...”

Iris Yates pushed him, instinctively refusing. ”You already wore me out once today. I need to rest.”

William Quinn, however, held her close, kissing her and murmuring, ”But baby, I’m in agony. Touch me. Don’t you feel how hot I am? If I hold it in and get hurt, what will you do? Who’s going to bring my baby pleasure?”

Iris Yates: ”...”

’Shameless!’

’So utterly shameless!’

’This was a kind of pleasure she didn’t want in the slightest!’

He grabbed her hand, forcefully pulling it to the hottest place, making her touch the volcanic magma. A sigh immediately escaped his throat, a sound of relief, as if his searing heat was being doused by cool rain.

Iris Yates’s fingers trembled violently. She tried to pull her hand back, but he kept it pressed down, guiding her hand through motions that filled her with immense shame.

Their breaths tangled together as he called her ”baby” again and again, as if trying to melt her icy heart.

After an unknown amount of time, the clean, bright mirror was spattered with stains. Iris Yates didn’t dare to look as he carried her out of the walk-in closet.

”My baby, you look so beautiful in a cheongsam. From now on, wear one every day, okay?”

William Quinn carried her to the bathroom first. He meticulously washed her fingers, cleaning every crevice, while continuing to press his demands.

Iris Yates’s face was flushed, her expression resistant, and a flicker of fear glinted in her eyes.

”It’s not comfortable to wear.”

”But you look so good in it.”

William Quinn insisted, kissing and coaxing her. ”Wear it, please wear it. It’s so beautiful. You’re the most beautiful Eastern baby I’ve ever seen.”

Iris Yates found herself completely unable to refuse.

After washing her hands, he carried her to the dining room. The long, rectangular dining table was covered with all her favorite Chinese dishes.

She had been here for over a month, and he had hired a chef directly from China just to cook Chinese food for her.

He sat down in a chair, holding her in his lap, and picked up a spoon to feed her.

Iris Yates pulled away. ”I want to eat by myself.”

”But baby, you’re the one who said your hand was too weak. That’s why I finished so quickly. I’m still not satisfied, you know. So, were you lying to me?” William Quinn blinked his blue eyes, looking at her with intense seriousness.

Iris Yates: ”...I was indeed tired before, but I’ve recovered now. I want to eat by myself.”

William Quinn stared at her for a long moment. He could see that she was nervous, that she was afraid of him.

This wasn’t what he wanted, but for now, he had no other way to make her obey him.

However, he could indulge her in this small matter.

”Fine, then.”

William Quinn released her.

Iris Yates immediately scrambled out of his embrace and sat in the chair beside him, her entire body relaxing just a little.

His arms were suddenly empty, and William Quinn was not used to the feeling. He wanted to hold her every moment, to be with her every minute of every second.

’When you’re in love, you’re supposed to be inseparable.’

”Baby, can you teach me how to use chopsticks?” William Quinn blinked his blue eyes. His delicate, angelic face looked utterly harmless, but who could have known that beneath such a beautiful mask hid the heart of a demon?

Iris Yates said, ”There’s nothing to teach. You just have to practice on your own. The more you use them, the better you’ll get.”

”No, no, I want *my baby* to teach me. Baby, I’m very smart. If you teach me, I’ll learn in no time.” William Quinn started to whine, squeezing in right next to her.

Iris Yates: ”...”

’Was she ever going to be able to eat in peace?’