The unwanted wife’s unexpected comeback

Chapter 1005

Chapter 1005:

Don’t you like me?” Pierre pressed, his voice deep and cutting. Gemma was taken aback, her cheeks burning as

she stammered, “I... Who says | like you!”

Suddenly, Pierre leaned closer, his unexpected movement catching Gemma off guard.

Gemma froze, her eyes wide and her breath catching in her throat. But she didn’t pull away.

Seeing her like that stirred something deep inside Pierre, and in a fleeting moment of villainy, he reached out to

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out the light.

In the enveloping darkness, Gemma flinched slightly, her fingers instinctively clutching his shirt as if it were the

last piece of driftwood in a raging storm.

Pierre’s arms closed around her without hesitation, holding her tightly yet gently.

The intensity of his unexpected passion sent her heart racing, leaving her stunned and confused. Just as she

parted her lips to ask what was happening, his mouth captured hers, silencing her unspoken questions with a

kiss that left no room for doubt.

Gemma had never been in a situation like this. She had hardly ever interacted with men, let alone had one kiss

her forcibly.

Pierre's approach, however, was different. His movements were sudden but deliberate, as if he was waiting to

see how she would react. At first Gemma was frozen, too stunned to react. But when she felt his tongue brush

against hers, she instinctively bit down, embarrassed and angry. Pierre, however, was persistent, gently prying

her lips open.

Fear surged through Gemma, but the soft sounds that escaped her mouth were uncertain, caught somewhere

between reluctant surrender and desperate plea.

As their kiss deepened, Gemma's thoughts began to blur. Pierre did not seem to care - he was driven by the

growing need to hold her close, to feel that connection. She tried to pull away, but he held her tight, unwilling to

let go. The weight of the situation pressed down on her, and she felt herself growing weaker.

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Without realizing it, Gemma’s body softened. She leaned against him, her head resting in the crook of his arm.

Fighting for breath, she pinched his hand in desperation.

Pierre pulled back, his lips leaving hers, but he did not move away. His senses sharpened and he becaware

of the sound of Gemma'’s breath against his ear, her body still trembling slightly. Her breath was warm and

ragged, her chest rising and falling against him in a rhythm that made his pulse quicken. The faint sobbing

undertone to her breathing only drew him deeper into a daze, the conflicting emotions he felt swirling within

him.

At that moment, resentment turned to desire, surging through Pierre. He gently cupped her face, his thumb

brushing her cheek as he pulled her closer. He had not intended for things to go this far. At first he'd just wanted

to tease her. But the situation had clearly gotten out of hand.

Before he could fully process it, he pulled Gemma back into his arms, his lips seeking hers again. This time,

everything seemed to unfold naturally, almost instinctively.