Dong'er's Heart Shattered, Brother Wushang Took Advantage of Her Vulnerability!

Although Huo Yuhao's words had shattered Wang Dong'er's heart, she knew that his emotions were unstable right now. Reality had dealt him far too devastating a blow.

Or perhaps he had actually woken up last night and seen what had happened between her and Long Wushang. That was why he was being so cold toward her.

Wang Dong'er took a deep breath. Still enduring the stabbing pain in her chest, she spoke softly, trying to salvage something. "Huo Yuhao, tell me. Did you see something last night? Did Long Wushang say something to you?"

Huo Yuhao kept his eyes shut, his breathing rapid. He refused to look at her at all. He was avoiding the question too, not knowing how to face any of this.

"If you really saw something or heard something, please don't act impulsively. Let me explain, okay? Everything I did had a reason. I did it to save you. It was the only way I could save you."

"A reason?"

Hearing those two words, Huo Yuhao finally opened his eyes.

Those eyes were blood-red, devoid of even the slightest emotion. There was only extreme fury and hatred within them.

His gaze fell upon Wang Dong'er—upon her disheveled dress, and the scratch marks on her chest and neck that had yet to fade.

Last night's scene surfaced in Huo Yuhao's mind once more.

The secret chamber. The metal bed. The agonizing pain coursing through his body. The piercing moans. And that figure pressing down on Dong'er.

He had thought he had fallen unconscious, but in truth, his awareness had never completely faded during that time.

He had heard Long Wushang's voice and Wang Dong'er's voice. He had even seen the expression on her face.

That had not been the pain of someone being forced, nor the humiliation