365 Days of Rejected Proposal: CEO's Rebellious Pet-Chapter 139: Not Tired of Playing Yet

Jenson Forrest kissed Zinnia Lawrence until she was breathless. Her mind grew dizzy, and she was unable to think straight.

Zinnia worried that in his recklessness, he might hurt the baby. She also vividly remembered the last time she had lost control with him because of Crystal Sutton. The very next day, he had forced her to take contraceptive pills.

He had even said that if she got pregnant, he would make her get an abortion.

She could still clearly remember the sharp furrow of his brow and the cold seriousness in his eyes.

I can’t risk it! I can’t afford to take this gamble. I absolutely cannot tell Jenson.

He didn’t want her baby at all. In his desperation, he would use multiple forms of protection each time. If he knew she was pregnant, he would definitely drag her to an operating table.

Thinking of that scene, the blush faded from Zinnia’s face, leaving it pale.

She stubbornly glared at Jenson and said, "What for? We’ve already registered for divorce! You can’t do this anymore. We’re in a car, for God’s sake! Don’t be insane! Please... I don’t want this!"

However, Zinnia’s stubborn words earned none of the man’s pity. They only stoked the furious blaze in Jenson’s heart.

Jenson raised a hand, pinching Zinnia’s jaw. "Zinnia," he said coldly, "do you really think I’m bluffing? Very well!"

As his voice fell, he forcefully kicked the partition separating them from the driver’s cabin.

Immediately, Zinnia felt the car swerve and begin to jolt. The man then rolled over, pulling her with him until she was on top and he was beneath her.

The change in position offered Zinnia no comfort. When she twisted her head, she saw the car had turned off the main road and onto a small trail. The bumpy, sloping path led down into a desolate forest with an uneven surface.

Her face flushed in a panic. "Jenson, you bastard! If you’re that desperate, go find someone else!"

The man sneered. "We haven’t even officially divorced, and you’re already eager to push me away? Telling me to find another woman... so who are you planning to find? Alaric Hawthorne? Or some other man?! Hmm?!"

His voice was utterly grim, his eyes glinting with a sharp, cold light.

Jenson’s mind raced. He thought about how Zinnia had asked Alaric Hawthorne to be her cover story and how she planned to study abroad in H Country with him. He thought of the desperate lengths she went to for a divorce and her repeated deceptions. Even now, she refused to tell him she was pregnant. A violent impulse surged within him, and he couldn’t help but spiral into dark speculation.

Is she refusing to talk because she never planned on keeping this baby at all? Does she plan to go abroad, get an abortion, and run off to be with some other man? Is that it? She doesn’t care about the baby, which is why she can remain silent even when I’m pressuring her like this. Or... is she just afraid that if she tells me, I’ll never let her leave?

Just then, the car rolled to a stop in the woods. A noise came from the driver’s cabin as the driver got out and walked away.

Jenson flipped over again, pressing the woman back down beneath him.

The clamor of traffic had faded into the distance, leaving only the sound of the winter wind blowing through the trees, making the sparse leaves rustle and fall.

Overwhelmed, Zinnia’s tears finally rolled down her cheeks.

Jenson’s thin lips descended on her face. His kisses seemed to coax her gently one moment and warn her ruthlessly the next. He kissed the corners of her eyes, her cheeks, and finally pressed down on her red lips. "Be good," he said again. "What else are you hiding from me?"

Zinnia didn’t know what he wanted to hear. She was supposed to be leaving. She had fought so hard to get to this point, and she didn’t want to turn back. 𝒇𝓻𝓮𝓮𝙬𝙚𝒃𝒏𝓸𝙫𝒆𝙡.𝓬𝓸𝒎

Jenson had clearly agreed to it, but then he suddenly dragged her back, tormenting and humiliating her like this without a word of explanation. She wasn’t a mind-reader; she had no idea what sort of lunatic fit he was having.

She stared at him. "You said you had regrets. Did you mean you regret letting me go free? Do you want to keep torturing me? Fine. If you’re not tired of playing with me yet, then get on with it. Just promise that when you’re done, you’ll take me back to the airport!"

Zinnia gave up struggling. She couldn’t win against him anyway.

Besides, maybe it was because women really were more sensitive during pregnancy, but she was ashamed to find that she wasn’t completely unresponsive to him. The baby was past the first trimester, and the pregnancy had been stable. She’d read online that it was safe to be intimate after three months as long as they were careful. If this was what Jenson wanted, then she would give it to him. Anything, as long as he took her to the airport when he was finished.

Her words successfully enraged Jenson. The man’s handsome face instantly turned as cold as a sculpture of ice.

"Tired of playing?" he repeated with a sneer. "Ha. My only regret is that I was ever so indulgent and considerate of you!"

His fingers suddenly tilted Zinnia’s chin up as he leaned closer to her red lips.

"Zinnia, since you’ve admitted to being my plaything, why should I be polite?"

As soon as the words left his lips, he gave her no more chances to escape.

By the time it was over, the sky outside was pitch-black. Moonlight pierced through the clouds, filtering through the car window.

Zinnia sat nestled in Jenson’s arms, completely devoid of strength.

The man carefully and slowly dressed her again, piece by piece, whispering by her ear, "Are you okay? Does anywhere feel uncomfortable?"

Zinnia’s face flushed red. She was too mortified to speak.

"Still haven’t learned your lesson?" Jenson was putting on Zinnia’s socks. Seeing her silence, he playfully scraped his fingernail against the sole of her foot twice.

Zinnia wasn’t ticklish on her armpits, neck, or waist, but she was terrified of anyone touching the soles of her feet.

She instantly shuddered from the sensation, burrowing into Jenson’s embrace and pleading in a tearful voice, "Okay, okay! I’m fine!"

Her small feet kicked wildly until he captured her delicate ankle in his large hand, holding her still.

Jenson rested his chin against the crown of Zinnia’s head and chuckled softly.

Zinnia’s face was beet red, and she dared not raise her head.

Jenson’s fingers brushed aside the loose hair framing her face, tidying the tousled strands and tucking them behind her ear.

Looking at the soft, delicate woman in his arms, all the jealousy and frustration in his eyes dissipated, leaving only a heart full of tenderness.

His thin lips kissed her forehead. Just as he was about to bring up the pregnancy himself and talk things through with her, Zinnia lifted her head and spoke first.

"Can you take me to the airport now? I remember there’s a late-night flight to H Country. If I leave now, I can still make it."