Chapter 195: Chapter 195: Slapped in the Face
"Changing taste?" Howard Yeats laughed, "Ken, you’re still too young! You don’t know much about the insider circle. These days, many girls may seem innocent on the outside, but you never know how many men they’ve been with."
"And speaking of women’s hymens, with today’s advanced technology, you can restore it if you pay. If you really compare, respectable married women are a lot cleaner than those in the inner circle."
Ken, a grown man, twitched his lips when called "Little Ken" by Howard Yeats. He patted Howard Yeats on the shoulder.
"Howard, a person needs principles and a bottom line." The Howard Yeats he knows, while playful and flirtatious, treats women like clothes and would never harm respectable women.
How... Must be that Howard Yeats took the wrong medicine today?
"Of course, I have principles and a bottom line, unless Samuel Lockwood is perfectly protecting his precious asset, without a single gap. As long as there’s a crack in their relationship, I have the skills to break them up."
He has no interest in playing a secret affair game with Ivy Linden; if he’s going to play, he’ll do it openly.
Ken rolled his eyes at Howard Yeats.
Is Ivy Linden an egg and you, Howard Yeats, a fly? Flies don’t stick to seamless eggs, so any crack and you dive in?
Ken was resigned to Howard Yeats’ principle and bottom line. What else could he say?
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Ivana Monroe was stuffed into a luxury car by Leon Keane, who also squeezed in and told the driver at the wheel, "Drive."
"Yes, President Kane." The driver started the luxury car.
"Don’t drive." Ivana suddenly shouted at the driver ahead and then frowned, speaking to Leon Keane, "Ivy is still at the bar! She drank a lot tonight, and she can’t be left without care, let me out."
Ivana pressed the car door button several times, but the door didn’t move. The car had been automatically locked, and only Leon Keane could have the driver unlock it; otherwise, Ivana couldn’t get out.
"Ken, Howard Yeats will call Ivy Linden’s husband. Before Samuel Lockwood comes to pick up Ivy Linden, they’ll take good care of her, so you don’t need to worry about her."
Leon Keane’s voice was slightly cold. There was no way Ivana could have invited Ivy Linden to the bar, considering she has Timmy at home. Seeing Ivy Linden drunk like a fool, Leon Keane guessed Ivy called Ivana over.
He doesn’t care what reason Ivy has, but she brought Ivana to the bar where the Black Tiger incident happened, which made him very angry.
Leon Keane was so furious that his heart still trembled at the thought. The Black Tiger used a knife on Ivana; if it had accidentally stabbed into Ivana’s body... Leon Keane didn’t dare continue his thoughts further.
"Samuel Lockwood? Your friends called Samuel Lockwood?" Ivana was surprised. How do Leon Keane’s friends know Samuel Lockwood? But now’s not the time to ponder this. Ivana shook her head, "No, Ivy’s emotions are just a bit stable now. If Samuel comes to take her away, they’ll definitely argue again."
Give them some time to calm down before handling this matter is more appropriate.
A couple’s argument? That’s how it is.
"Leon Keane, let me down... Driver, don’t drive, I said don’t drive... Leon Keane, tell the driver to stop..."
Ivana watched the luxury car start and turn. She shouted in a hurry, but the driver didn’t listen to her. She urgently called to Leon Keane, grabbing and shaking his arm with her small hands.
Her voice was noisy inside the luxury car.
Leon Keane suddenly turned, hugged her slender waist, and with a large hand cradling the back of her head, bent down and kissed her incessantly talking red lips.
The warm breath enveloped Ivana; her body seemed paralyzed, eyes wide open, watching the man forcefully kissing her. Leon Keane’s eyes were pitch black, like a deep ancient well that would suck one’s soul in, leaving them unable to climb out again.
Ivana’s long eyelashes quivered lightly, the fiery warmth on her lips informed her what the man was doing to her.
She found she didn’t hate it, her heart even had a pounding sensation.
Ivana, you’re truly useless.
Ivana didn’t want to be caught up in his forceful kiss, so she began to struggle in his arms, her small hand pressed against his chest, forcefully pushing him away, but the more she resisted, the more passionate his kissing became.
Leon Keane initially only wanted to shut her up so she’d stop, but tasting the sweetness of her lips, he couldn’t stop himself. What’s worse, her petite soft body kept writhing in his arms, the intimate body contact left him unable to control the normal male reaction.
The driver heard a "mm-mm" sound from the back seat. He glanced in the rearview mirror and quickly turned away, his face flushed red. President Kane was going for a forceful act inside the car!
The driver dared not look at the rearview mirror again, fixing his eyes straight ahead, trying not to overthink, focusing solely on driving.
Ivana was wearing a beige knit sweater tonight, paired with skinny jeans. Leon Keane slipped his fingers into her knit sweater, feeling her delicate waist, and then moved to her flat taut abdomen.
Ivana, overwhelmed by the kiss, found it hard to breathe. Feeling Leon Keane’s hand being dishonest, her cheeks briefly flushed red with embarrassment, her slender hands caught his wandering large hand.
This is inside the car... Leon Keane shouldn’t do this to her.
At the moment, Ivana was completely weak, lacking any strength in her hands, standing no chance against Leon Keane. He easily pinned her small hands, more annoyingly guiding her small hand to her jeans, unbuttoning the metal buckle, and pulling down the zipper.
Ivana was both ashamed and angry, Leon Keane... how could he do this?
Ivana struggled hard several times but couldn’t escape Leon Keane’s clutches, and her jeans slid down a bit.
Humiliated, a strong sense crowded in her heart.
Ivana’s eyes reddened, shimmering with teardrops.
In a tangle of emotions, Leon Keane saw tears in Ivana’s eyes, and he paused, feeling a sharp pain on his lips.
Leon Keane moved away from Ivana’s small mouth, his thin lips bitten and broken, crimson blood staining the fine lines on his lips.
Slap~
A slap landed on Leon Keane’s face.
Leon Keane’s cheek quickly flushed red, his eyes cooled slightly, seeing tears falling down Ivana’s cheeks, the newly risen anger in his heart dissipated magically.
He suddenly felt like a jerk, wanting to do such things inside the car to Ivana.
"I’m sorry," Leon Keane said in a low voice.
The driver at the wheel was completely shocked, President Kane apologized?
Oh my god~
He thought President Kane, such an important figure, would never apologize to anyone, and certainly not to a woman.
There are countless women in Ravenswood wanting to latch onto President Kane.
The driver further thought that President Kane must truly have feelings for Ivana to be slapped and still apologize to her; this must absolutely not reach Mrs. Kane’s ears.
Once Mrs. Kane knows, Ivana won’t ever be able to enter the Kane family again, and Mrs. Kane would tear Ivana apart.