Chapter 112: The Lovers’ Cuddle
The beast was completely taken by surprise.
He expected Maria to glare and throw her small punches at him or refuse to let him touch her.
He had not expected her to burst into tears.
Her loud wails tore through his soul. He suddenly felt as if he was the one who got hurt.
All the anger he had felt toward her breaking her promise and meeting up with those two assholes vanished without a trace.
Now, he only wished for her to stop hurting.
“You're hopeless, Sarkon,” he thought.
“You're hopelessly in love with this woman, and you couldn't help but get jealous whenever she went near another man who was a better person than you.”
“Ah hell…” He cursed and pulled Maria into his arms.
She made one final half-hearted effort to fight him and then crashed into his embrace, crying some more.
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The beast caressed the woman in his arms, from the top of her head down her cascading fiery curls, and waited.