Veins bulged on Connor Sutton’s neck. "Let... let go!" Donovan Xavier’s eyes were icy, as if he were looking at a piece of trash. His tone was incredibly harsh, laced with venom. "Connor Sutton, this is my last warning." "Don’t touch what’s mine. You’re not worthy!" Discover more novels at NoveI-Fire.ɴet He released his grip, his expression grim, and turned to leave. Leaning against the bed, Connor Sutton stared at Donovan’s retreating back. A smirk touched his lips, and he chuckled softly. He’s not allowed to touch? Then I’ll make a point to touch. Let’s see who kills whom first. Chloe Preston was leaning against the headboard, her eyes closed. It was unclear when she had fallen asleep. The door opened. Donovan Xavier entered, calling her name immediately. "Chloe..." There was no response. Donovan Xavier walked over to the bed. Gazing at her peaceful, beautiful face as she slept, his heart stirred. He sat on the edge of the bed and gently pulled her into his embrace, kissing her forehead, so very gently. But Chloe Preston still woke up. Her body felt soft and pliant, and she instinctively snuggled into his arms, her voice raspy. "You’re back." "By the way, what’s the situation with Connor Sutton?" Upon hearing this, Donovan Xavier’s handsome face darkened, his tone tinged with jealousy. "Chloe Preston, are you concerned about him?" Chloe Preston felt a little helpless. She tilted her head up and kissed the corner of his lips. Donovan Xavier’s mood brightened instantly. His lips curled into a smile. "He’s fine. Stripped clean and just waiting for you to seduce him!" "Ah?" Chloe Preston was taken aback. "I’ve had a look," Donovan Xavier leaned in, his nose lightly touching hers, the corners of his lips tilting up. "He’s... no match for me." Chloe Preston choked. She looked up at him and scoffed. "You certainly are confident in yourself." "This isn’t confidence, it’s a fact." Then, he lay back on the large bed. Donovan Xavier raised his eyebrows. "Miss Quinn, would you like to have your way with me?" "No, I want to get out of bed," Chloe Preston refused. A large hand with well-defined knuckles grabbed her and pulled her into his embrace. The next second, the world spun. Donovan Xavier flipped over, pressing her beneath him so she couldn’t move. Sometimes, a man has to be a little more proactive. "Ahem, what are you planning to do to me?" Chloe Preston looked startled, her hands pressed against his chest as she swallowed nervously. The door was suddenly thrown open. Connor Sutton barged in, his brow furrowed in anger as he shouted, "Donovan Xavier!" The red marks from Donovan’s grip were still stark on his neck, and they stung painfully. He was so furious that he had come to settle the score. Chloe Preston panicked and tried to push Donovan away. But Donovan Xavier deliberately feigned ignorance, pressing down on her and kissing her relentlessly. "Donovan, stop kissing!" Chloe Preston protested between breaths, trying to make him let go. There’s a person standing right there in the doorway! How can he be ? Seeing that he was being ignored, Connor Sutton gritted his teeth and cursed under his breath. "Hah! Donovan Xavier, am I just air to you?" "Get out here!" His tone made it clear he was ready for a fight to the death. Donovan Xavier couldn’t be bothered to acknowledge him. He continued to kiss the woman beneath him, their fingers intertwining as they moved passionately. The two of them looked incredibly intimate. Chloe Preston struggled desperately to push him off. But she couldn’t budge him. Instead, he held her down and kissed her even more deeply. This scene pushed Connor Sutton over the edge. "Donovan Xavier, you’re going too far!" He strode over, snatched a vase from the table, and smashed it on the floor. BANG! The sharp sound shattered the atmosphere. He spun around and stormed out, slamming the door shut with a final, echoing SLAM. Chloe Preston was startled. Donovan Xavier leaned down, comforting her. "Don’t be scared, he’s gone." Chloe Preston glared at him. "He was just standing there! Why didn’t you let me go?" She rolled over and turned her back to him, her pretty face puffed up with anger. She was giving him the silent treatment. Donovan Xavier chuckled and leaned closer, his voice low and domineering. "I wanted him to see with his own eyes that you are my woman, and only I can touch you." "No one besides me is allowed to covet you or even think of taking you from my side!" As he spoke, he pulled her back under him and resumed kissing her. Chloe Preston was flustered. "No." "Donovan, you... you stop messing around." Donovan Xavier feigned displeasure, his eyes smiling as his voice became soft and tender. "Call me Donovan." Three hours later, Chloe Preston lay with red-rimmed eyes, looking pitiful and wronged. Donovan Xavier got out of bed. He bent down, picked up the clothes scattered on the floor, and dressed himself in one fluid motion. He glanced at the woman on the bed, who wore a tear-streaked and utterly hopeless expression. He walked back to the bed, sat down, and leaned over to coax her. Chloe Preston pushed him away, refusing to let him touch her. She was clearly sulking. Donovan Xavier, however, insisted on pulling her into his embrace, letting her lie on top of him as he gently massaged her slender waist, which was red from his grip. The warmth of his palm was very comfortable as he rubbed her waist. Chloe Preston lifted her head. Her face was pretty and flushed, her red lips caught between her teeth. She glared at him, her clear, lively eyes now wet with tears. Donovan Xavier wasn’t annoyed in the least; in fact, he was in an excellent mood. Dusk was falling. Connor Sutton angrily dragged a suitcase down the stairs and hurled it out the front door. He turned his head and glared at the man beside him. "Get the hell out of my house!" Donovan Xavier leaned lazily against the doorframe, one arm around the soft, pliant woman in his embrace. He raised an eyebrow with a smirk. "President Sutton, didn’t you ask us to take care of you for a month?" "It’s only been a few days. Why are you in such a hurry to kick me out?" Connor Sutton glared at him, incandescent with rage. His idea of ’taking care’ of me? It was more like a vengeful spirit had possessed him, hell-bent on taking my life! For days on end, he’d been finding ways to mess with me. He’d deliberately made me fall down the stairs, put wasabi in my coffee, mixed hair removal cream into my shampoo, put hair growth serum in my body wash, and sprinkled itching powder in my clothes... He’d used almost every dirty trick in the book, leaving me with a flushed face and covered in new hair. I look like a damn gorilla! And all Donovan said was a cold, "You’re surprisingly hard to kill." It was a miracle I was still alive after everything he’d put me through! But what Connor Sutton couldn’t stand the most was how Donovan would openly flirt with Chloe right in front of him, treating him as if he were completely invisible. Seeing him remain silent, Donovan Xavier just smiled. "If you insist, then we’ll be on our way."