Chapter 396

Steven gripped Winona tightly. A mixture of anger and anxiety coursed through her. She refrained from raising her voice; the hospital room's thin walls could easily carry sound to Jordan in the adjacent room. "If I weren't, I wouldn't have fucked you that day," Steven whispered with a sinister grin. His hands were boldly exploring Winona's slender frame as his self-restraint slipped away. In a swift move, he lifted Winona's skirt, pinning her against the wall. Trembling in fear, Winona was aware that just beyond that wall were Jordan and Alfred. The proximity to her husband heightened the peril and the illicit excitement of the moment. Winona struggled to fend off Steven's wandering hands. Her voice was urgent and hushed. "Not here, please! We can go somewhere else. I'll do whatever you want, just not here!" "If you keep fighting, your clothes might get torn. You wouldn't want Jordan to walk in on us, would you, Mrs. Zimmerman?" Steven's voice slithered into her ear with a hint of menace. It sent a shiver down her spine. Winona stiffened, realizing the gravity of the situation. She reluctantly released Steven's hands, feeling them deftly working to undo her blouse buttons. Her heart raced as she sensed her skirt being lifted, exposing her to the cool air. She knew she was now at Steven's mercy and that resisting would only worsen the outcome. Resigned to her fate, she decided to endure and perhaps even embrace what was coming. She felt like crying but held back. Steven, with a smoldering desire he'd suppressed for so long, couldn't resist the captivating sight before him. Unable to restrain himself any longer, he unleashed his passion on Winona, venturing once more into forbidden territory. Winona was almost overwhelmed from the start. It felt like a forbidden tryst right under her husband's nose. Before marriage, she'd been known for her purity, which had drawn Jordan to her. Even after marrying him, she'd remained faithful, never crossing any lines. Steven wasted no time plunging her into a scenario more intense than anything she'd ever known. For a woman of her modesty and propriety, it was all too much. The physical and emotional rush surpassed anything she'd shared with Jordan. "Yes, just like that. I love watching you try to hold back," Steven murmured in her ear, his voice dripping with desire. "We're just getting started…" "Please, don't... don't say that," Winona's voice trembled, torn between desire and guilt. Despite her protests, the forbidden thrill coursed through her. Her body responded eagerly to Steven's touch. Pressed against the wall, they could hear Jordan's voice from the other side. "With Steven's reckless nature, he'll show up at Chorus Lake in two days," Jordan declared confidently. "A fifth-grade grandmaster means nothing to Caspian. He'll crush Steven without breaking a sweat." Jordan's words were calculated, treating Steven like prey about to step into a trap. "It's a shame," Steven whispered with a smirk. "I'm right here, enjoying your wife…" Steven grinned, savoring the moment. Winona tensed at the sound of Jordan's voice. With her entire body on edge, it intensified Steven's satisfaction. Meanwhile, in the next room, Conrad lying in bed furrowed his brows. "There's some noise coming from the adjacent room." "What noise?" Jordan and Alfred exchanged puzzled glances. "It sounds like... something inappropriate," Conrad replied, his expression uneasy.