Chapter 8 It Was With Ansel Leager

As Gardenia lowered her gaze and said nothing, Ansel narrowed his eyes slyly. "Have you gone mute?" She felt utterly humiliated, but she had no choice other than to resign herself to fate and answer. "18 years old. I slept with him when I was 18 years old. I told you I wasn't a virgin before. Well, I did it with Ansel Leager." Ian was dumbfounded. "Nia…" "Are you satisfied now?" she asked. It was unclear who she was addressing. Then, she said to Ansel, "He can go now, right, Mr. Leager?" Upon seeing Ian leave unscathed, she finally sighed in relief. However, while Ian might be safe, her torture was just about to begin. Ansel had told her that he'd get Oliver to familiarize her with Leager Group, but the moment they entered the president's office, Ansel pinned her to the office desk. It was useless for her to retaliate, considering the difference in strength between them. When he bodily lifted her, she suddenly renewed her struggles. It was like a dying fish on a chopping block making a last-ditch effort to save itself. She was pretty much using all the strength she could muster. "Mr. Leager! Argh—" Ansel covered her mouth with his large hand, the area between his thumb and index finger slotting right under her nose. Gardenia was most afraid of him during times like this. When Ansel was happy with being served and waited upon, he would engage in dirty talk while doing the deed. However, when he pursed his lips and instinctually took what he wanted, the experience was hell for her. Who said one would eventually turn numb to the pain? Her face had clearly lost all color from how much it hurt! Survival instinct drove Gardenia to shy away time and time again, but Ansel would pull her back again every time. As her consciousness blurred, she noticed that Ansel's breathing had become more labored and hurriedly reached out to push him away. "No! I don't want to bear a child for you! We agreed we would only stay married for three years, Mr. Leager!" He gritted his teeth and said nothing, but he didn't let her go, either. He used to avoid being rough with Gardenia on account of the fact that she was still young and attending college. He had also been diligent with taking contraceptives. As a result, she didn't end up missing him at all when she ran away. She had left nothing but a bag of cash behind and left while he was busy dealing with numerous annoying matters abroad. Ansel ordered, "You're not allowed to call that Chandler brat without my permission." After his gloom faded, he let go of Gardenia and got up to walk into the office's bathroom. Gardenia didn't recover for quite a while. Her lower abdomen hurt like she'd been punched in the gut several times. In the end, she was paying for her impulsive decision all those years ago. A thought had occurred to her when she was being kissed by Ansel just now. Perhaps if she had chosen to let herself be trafficked abroad instead of getting involved with Ansel, she might actually have had a chance to escape and start her life anew. "Mr. Leager," she called out suddenly. Ansel paused. "Speak." "Do you know why I call you Mr. Leager?" Gardenia asked. Mr. Leager, not Ansel. He actually looked very young and had strong, well-defined facial features. His brows were always slightly furrowed, and his deep black eyes always seemed to hold something terrifying. "Why?" he asked. Gardenia gingerly slid off the desk with dull eyes. She felt her legs trembling, and the stickiness between her legs was very uncomfortable. "Because I once personally witnessed my father kneeling in front of you, desperately begging for mercy. He smacked his head against the floor so hard that it started bleeding even while he cried out for you to give him just a few more days." "So?" "So, since he called you by your name, as his daughter, I should respectfully call you Mr. Leager instead." Ansel frowned, not knowing what she meant by bringing this up all of a sudden. Though whatever she was getting at wasn't important to him. "Behave yourself, Fleur." "Yes." Ansel already had one foot in the bathroom, but he didn't step in completely, though he didn't turn around either. "I'll be gentler next time." He didn't want his little flower to wither away so quickly, after all.