He Said He Hated Me, Then Begged To Be Mine Chapter 02

He Said He Hated Me, Then Begged To Be Mine Chapter 02

I couldn’t be blamed for overthinking.

Last night’s Cassian and his usual self were two completely different people.

Normally, Cassian barely acknowledged me. His eyes were always like dead water, without a single ripple.

On the day of my eighteenth birthday party at Vance Estate, I confessed to him with my heart full of hope.

“Cassian, be my boyfriend.”

The distance and coldness in his eyes felt like a basin of Pacific seawater poured over me, chilling me from head to toe.

“Aurelia, is this a game to you?”

“I don’t like you.”

Over the years, I had cried, made scenes, and lowered myself until I had no pride left.

But he couldn’t even be bothered to give me a glance.

It was like an entire black ocean stood between us. I swam toward him with everything I had, but he never once turned around.

Last night, Cassian was like a beast that had broken free from its chains. His eyes were red as he wrecked me like he wanted to swallow me whole.

“Baby. My baby.”

“Baby, do you like me?”

“Baby, you have to like me.”

“Baby. Only my baby.”

I couldn’t take it and cried for mercy.

Cassian heard me, but he didn’t answer. He didn’t care whether I lived or died.

Halfway through, I blacked out.

When I woke up, my whole body felt like it had been hit again and again by a truck on Pacific Coast Highway, and the live comments crashed over me like a tide.

“Did the male lead mistake Aurelia for Serena last night? After all, Serena has always been his first love. He touches Serena’s silk ribbon every night before bed. Even after sleeping with Aurelia, he keeps feeling like he doesn’t deserve Serena.”

“Exactly. Aurelia took advantage of him. And the male lead never called her name all night. He called her baby. Baby means Serena.”

“Please, when will our girl finally show up? Come save this poor tortured man.”

“Hey, do you want a refund or reshipment?”

“Just refund me.”

Since he didn’t like me, there was no need for me to humiliate myself again and again.

I could gamble with myself, but I couldn’t drag my family into it.

The live comments kept mocking me.

“Aurelia is still lying in bed dreaming. Does she really think that because she climbed into the male lead’s bed, he’ll obediently marry her? Once he finishes showering, he’ll definitely throw her out.”

“Actually, Cassian already has full control over Winslow Holt. That so-called ‘younger brother’ and stepmother are no match for him. Holt Media belongs to him now. Whether the Vance family lives or dies is up to one word from him.”

“Aurelia is so stupid. If she talked to him properly, he might have helped Vance Properties. But no, she had to drug him. I think she saw Cassian return to Holt Media and rise to power, so she wanted to lock him down.”

“It’s no wonder Cassian hates her. When they were kids, he was forced to be her sidekick and had to satisfy her weird little interests by wearing Halloween costumes and cosplaying with her. He clearly said he didn’t like her, but she kept chasing him. He had no freedom and no dignity at all.”

So Cassian had always thought of me that way.

He hated me.

In that case, I should leave as soon as possible and stop being an eyesore.

The second my feet touched the floor, my knees nearly gave out.

With every step, a tight ache spread through my waist and thighs, the pain rising in fine waves.

Cassian had been wildly out of control last night.

My clothes were scattered everywhere, torn to pieces, with barely a complete item left.

I barely managed to put them on, then bent over to reach for my iPhone that had fallen into the gap beside the bed.

The bathroom door creaked open.

Cassian came out in a bathrobe, steam clinging to his body. Scratch marks covered his neck.

He looked at my posture, his face still flushed from the hot shower, and spoke coldly.

“It’s still daylight. What game are you playing now?”

Game?

What game?

His gaze stopped at the hem of my skirt.

Because I was bent over, the skirt he had torn too short slid up uncontrollably, revealing a stretch of bare thigh.

From where he stood, he could clearly see more than just the hem.

God help me.