He took advantage of her.
Yvonne Young was already weak, and after some struggles, she fell asleep, curled up.
In her sleep, she mumbled pleading words, "Spence, please don't make me go through the treatment, you can humiliate and punish me in any way..."
Her eyelashes were still wet.
Spencer Sullivan furrowed his brows when he heard the soft and sticky 'Spence' from her mouth.
He leaned in closer.
Familiar scent and taste, Yvonne Young licked her lips, the corners of her mouth slightly raised. She was too tired and turned over to continue sleeping, holding the pillow with her hands and clamping the quilt with her legs.
The pink silk long-sleeved pajamas were half-clambered up her arm due to her careless sleeping posture, revealing the scar on her arm, with distinct joints.
Spencer Sullivan stared at it for a long time, the hidden anger and murderous intent in his eyes gradually surfacing.
Yvonne Young, even if she were to die, could only die in his hands.