Bound by Lust: Stolen Before Her Vows

"Henry, the door's stuck. Go on ahead. I'll come after touching up my makeup."

Henry was about to say something when he heard someone call him. He couldn't ignore that. So, he said, "Okay. I'll be waiting."

"Alright," Cecilia immediately replied. Her tense body relaxed instantly.

With his arms folded across his chest, Bennett studied her. When she spoke to Henry, her tone was demure and innocent. Pretentious, even, just like a naive bunny.

"Layla, is that an act you put up before Henry? Are you pretending to be innocent?" As he spoke, he untied her.

"Bennett, take that thing out of my body!"

"No way. Without me, you won't be able to remove it this time."

Cecilia tried to take it off. However, the belt fit her body well. It was impossible to remove it.

They glared at each other, and the tension in the room rose. Cecilia knew Bennett always meant what he said. This time, he was surely going to gain the upper hand over her. She couldn't imagine the consequences if Henry discovered the belt.

"Bennett Spencer, you're truly a pervert!"

Her words didn't bother him one bit. Bennett watched on with interest as she picked up her underwear and went to the restroom to spruce herself up. He followed her and leaned against the door. Smiling, he raised an eyebrow as he watched her touch up her makeup through her reflection in the mirror.

When she left the lounge, he didn't attempt to stop her. Cecilia walked on for some distance before looking back at the lounge, feeling uneasy.

The odd sensation in her private area caused her discomfort when she walked.

She looked at the lounge again. The door was shut. Was Bennett here to exact revenge on her?

Suddenly, a thought crossed her mind, and she anxiously pulled out her phone. A call came in before she could do anything.

"Layla, Bennett is back."

It was Yvonne Shaw. They both worked under Bennett back then. When he was in trouble, they fled Bryndale to Jacksonburg. If he could locate Cecilia, he would definitely find Yvonne too.

"I know," Cecilia answered in a lowered tone. "Be careful. If anything happens, run."

"Alright."

Cecilia ended the call. She felt extremely uncomfortable. It wasn't easy for most to escape Bennett unharmed. Back then, everyone knew she and Yvonne betrayed him. Now that he was back, he would never let them off the hook that easily.

As her mind wandered, she stood rooted to the spot.

"Cecilia."

There was a sudden weight on her shoulders, and it made her jump. Turning around, she saw Henry, clad in a white suit, standing behind her.

He put his arm around her shoulders. However, he could clearly feel her shudder. Looking down, he noticed her lips were scraped. He frowned. "What happened to your lips?"

He didn't sound stern, yet he didn't ask that out of concern either; he was questioning her.

Cecilia clenched her fists, cursing Bennett under her breath. That lunatic.

"I rolled off the couch in my sleep and banged against the edge of the table. There was so much blood." Pursing her lips, she grumbled coquettishly. Her soft body squirmed in his embrace.

Henry chuckled and teased her.

She covered the marks on her wrists with setting powder, but they were still pretty obvious. However, Henry's attention was elsewhere, so he naturally missed it.

He left the manor with his arm still around her. Cecilia realized it only after a while. Looking up, she asked, "Are we leaving? Where did the bigshot go?"

Henry nodded. "He said he had something else to attend to, so he wouldn't be coming."

"I wonder who it is. How arrogant." She was truly curious to know who could make Henry wait that patiently for him.

"Have you heard of the Sullivan family?"

She nodded.