Aimee’s Escape to a Sweet Chaos

A hard slap landed on Aimee's face without any mercy.

"Today you must marry Mr. Mclaughlin. End of discussion."

Afterward, she was forcefully shoved into a car by the bodyguards.

"After you get married, you will live a luxurious life as a prestigious lady. What is there for you to be dissatisfied with?!!"

"Send her away!"

Aimee was feeling dizzy and powerless. She remembered the cup of water her mother gave her in the morning, which sank her heart to the bottom of the valley.

Her family was on the verge of bankruptcy and decided to marry her off to an old man in his fifties for a business alliance.

Mr. Mclaughlin was almost old enough to be Aimee's father!

Rumors had it that Mr. Mclaughlin was good at manipulating women, and even a few young girls were driven to depression by him and eventually committed suicide.

Only crazy parents would ask their daughter to marry him.

Amidst thunder and lightning, the car sped away.

Aimee felt her whole body burning.

She bit her lip, trying to stay clear-headed.

When the car turned, she suddenly jerked forward, gripping the steering wheel.

The car spun out of control.

The driver cursed, "Damn!"

He immediately slammed on the brakes.

Aimee got out of the car and ran into the pouring rain.

She was drenched, unable to see anything. She didn't even notice the approaching car and ended up colliding with it.

Mr. Dickson's driver got out of the car, seeing a girl lying in a pool of blood. She was still wearing an exquisite wedding dress. He squatted down to check her breathing, thankfully, she was still responsive.

…

A gothic and decadent-style villa.

Aimee's eyelashes trembled,

"I won't marry…I would rather die…Go away…"

She abruptly opened her eyes, causing pain in the wound on her forehead.

Only then did she look around at the unfamiliar surroundings.

Where was she?

Could it be that she had already been sent to that pervert's house?

She would rather die!

"Are you feeling unwell?"

A sexy male voice came from beside her, making her shiver.

She turned her head and looked over.

Instead of the imagined perverted old man, it was a refined guy around 25. The well-fitted suit accentuated his elegance and nobility, and the Windsor knot on his collar added to his charm. His complexion was slightly pale with a sickly white color, and with just one glance, she was enticed by him.

He didn't seem like a pervert.

Damn, he looked so hot.

Aimee absentmindedly said, "I have a headache and my mouth hurts."

She had been desperate to be sober, so she bit her lip too hard.

Adrian replied coldly, "Of course you do. You hit my car."

His tone was cold, as if he found her stupid behavior contemptible.

"Wait, it was your car that hit me."

She looked slightly weakened, like a stray kitten.

"Technically speaking, you actively crashed into it." He chose his words precisely.

Aimee looked him in the eye, "But I got injured, and it's your fault."

Was she trying to extort him?

"What do you want?"

Aimee spoke up, "You must take responsibility for me."

She said firmly.

Adrian was amused.

"How do you want me to take responsibility?"

"Can you marry me?"

Adrian paused for a moment.

"That's how you do if you hit someone. To take responsibility."

She stressed the word "responsibility".

Instead of being drugged and sold off, she would rather marry him and escape from her family.

Adrian looked at her coldly without saying a word.

"I was fostered in the countryside and was brought back by my family, only to be forced to marry a wealthy old man for money. When I took the risk to run away, I was accidentally hit by your car."

"What makes you think that I would marry you?" Adrian scoffed.

Did he look like a refuge?

If she couldn't come up with a reasonable explanation...

"You look pale. Do you suffer from headache?" Aimee asked.

Adrian was stunned but quickly broker into a smile. Only someone familiar with him would know how dangerous his smile was at this moment.

"Who sent you?"

Aimee was startled by his sudden cold hostility. "No one. I just want to tell you I can help you with your illness."

Adrian laughed coldly. "I won't trust you."

He had sought help from countless doctors.

Aimee wasn't in a hurry to prove herself. "Anyway, you look more attractive than Mr. Mclaughlin, can you marry me or not?"

Adrian laughed. In an instant, the whole room seemed to light up.

"I'm not a good person."

Aimee answered, "I'm not either."

"Really?" Adrian's face turned chilly. "Prove it."

Clearly, it was a dangerous signal.

Aimee took a deep breath.

-

She jumped off the bed barefoot.

As Adrian raised his head, he saw her heading straight and pouncing on him.

She kissed him on the face.

???

There was an indescribable sense of strangeness in his heart. Before he could react, he felt the soft lips leave his face. The girl on top of him smiled, "Told you. I'm not a good person."

To prevent Adrian from pushing her away, she hugged him like an octopus. At such close proximity, they could even feel each other's breath.

Then she kissed him again.

This time, she kissed him on the lips.

The tender feeling passed in an instant.

Creak—

The sound of the door opening was followed by a voice, "Apart from malnutrition, there's nothing wrong with her. After being hit by a car, she didn't even have a concussion. Lucky girl."

Before Jose could finish his sentence, he witnessed an unbelievable scene.

His arrogant master was raped by a girl?

Wow.

When did his master become so weak?

Jose didn't realize that Adrian had a murderous intent in his eyes. He was still staring at that courageous girl.

A hint of annoyance surged in Adrian's heart, "You are doomed."

"Mr. Dickson?"

"Get out!" Adrian said, his voice commanding.

Jose immediately shielded his eyes. "Okay, okay, okay."

He hurriedly fled from the room.