Chapter18: I'm No Sweet Guy

Delilah shook her head frightenedly. James snorted in annoyance at Delilah, who didn't want to come with him. "So you'd rather be ravished by that old man than come with me!" gritted James aggravated. Delilah was still sobbing and darting down. James then noticed Delilah's torn dresses, and she tried to hide part of her skin. James then took off his suit and put it on Delilah. Delilah widened her eyes at James' act upon her. James then wanted to carry Delilah, but she refused. "I'm fine, Mr. J," Delilah spoke in a soft tone. James examined for a moment, then stood up and told Delilah to stand. Delilah stood up, and James pulled her hand out of the room. Delilah had no choice but to yield when James pulled her out of the house to the car. She is like a timid kitten that is unable to do anything. Delilah only surrenders if, finally, death is her consequence today. James took Delilah to his sports car and opened the door. "Get in!" he ordered coldly. Delilah glanced at James and was force