He Said He Hated Me, Then Begged To Be Mine Chapter 11

He Said He Hated Me, Then Begged To Be Mine Chapter 11

Cassian exhausted me completely, hearing everything and answering nothing. 

“Baby, don’t leave me. I’ll learn whatever you want to play.” 

“Baby, you loved my Halloween costume when we were kids. I’ll wear it again.” 

“Baby, those boys only want your money. I’ll give you all 

mine.” 

He had been mute for too long before. Now his mouth would 

not stop. 

I fainted from exhaustion, and Cassian was still muttering by 

my ear. 

Cassian took out a silk ribbon from deep inside the nightstand, one he had cherished for many years. 

The ribbon had faded a little, and its edges had softened from 

being touched again and again, yet it was still unbelievably 

clean. 

He lowered his eyes and carefully gathered my hair, damp with sweat, then used the old ribbon to tie it loosely for me. 

His movements were so light, as if he was afraid of waking me. 

The live comment section went silent for a few seconds before 

exploding. 

“Oh my god, the truth is here, right? That silk ribbon belongs to Aurelia. The male lead has loved her from beginning to 

end.” 

“I remember now. When they were in high school, there was a trend in private schools where boys would tie their girlfriend’s 

silk ribbon around their wrist or onto their letterman jacket to show they were taken. Did Cassian secretly keep Aurelia’s ribbon back then?” 

“Help, what kind of perfect aftercare is this? The way he’s 

staring at his wife is not innocent at all. And that upward curve 

of his mouth. He’s definitely replaying it in his head. Being 

close to his wife must have made him so happy.” 

“Cassian was definitely pretending last time. What mood 

enhancer? The order sent to Aurelia was clearly melatonin, 

and he wasn’t drunk either. He was perfectly conscious. He 

wrecked Aurelia so badly she couldn’t get out of bed and still 

acted innocent. This was clearly premeditated.” 

“He was pretending to be an ice–cold CEO before, but he’s kept her high school silk ribbon all this time. I’m laughing. What cold–blooded capitalist? He’s just a pathetic lover boy 

who’s been secretly in love for years and didn’t dare open his 

mouth.” 

After that, Cassian seemed to have unlocked something. 

He kept finding new ways to serve me in bed. 

“No matter how hard you try, it won’t work. It’s too late.” 

“Fine. As long as I’m the one beside you.” 

I said fiercely, “I’ll have a boyfriend someday.” 

Cassian covered my mouth. He was clearly going mad with jealousy, yet he still forced himself to sound generous. 

“Fine. I’ll be the outside one. I’ll behave. He won’t find out.” 

Cassian and I remained tangled in this unclear relationship. 

He always loved pretending to casually probe my thoughts, 

but I never fell for it. 

At the same time, Cassian continuously tightened his control. He drove Genevieve and Griffin out of the Holt family, while 

Winslow was forced into Cedars–Sinai and left in a vegetative 

state. 

People in the circle said he was ruthless and sharp, cold–blooded and merciless, with only profit in his eyes. 

Paloma invited me to afternoon coffee. 

The Alfred Coffee on Melrose Place had always been low–key, 

but it was also a place the Westside upper circle tacitly 

understood. Those socialites and wives didn’t call it a check–in spot. They just happened to all drink coffee there. 

At three–thirty in the afternoon, the place was full. 

I had just sat down when I heard a piercing female voice. 

Genevieve sat among the crowd, holding court. 

“That bastard is so ruthless. He’s destined to end badly, just 

like his short–lived mother.” 

“Who doesn’t know my son is the Holt heir? He’s just a bastard who stole my son’s things with cheap, shameful 

methods.” 

“Born without proper upbringing, and he even caused Lorcan’s death. He’s a jinx.” 

I couldn’t stand it anymore and stood up. 

“Oh, Genevieve. I heard you’re in debt. How do you still have time for afternoon coffee? Is someone treating you?” 

“Your family is about to be liquidated. Are your friends still playing with you, or are they afraid you’ll borrow money?” 

As soon as I finished speaking, the people around her 

scattered. 

“Aurelia Vance, mind your business.” 

“I was just giving a friendly reminder. You’re getting what you deserve. Better gather what you owe the banks, or even the homeless on Skid Row will outcompete you.”