Chapter 5 Do You Really Know What Bullying Is?

• Henry opened the door gloomily only to find the smell of alcohol wafting in the entire room.
• On the coffee table were a few bottles of alcohol that he had collected for years, each costing hundreds of thousands, but right now, all those bottles were emptied.
• A small woman was slumped on the couch, and her cheeks were scarlet as she kept cursing a man, mentioning his name occasionally.
• The place was a mess, and a disgruntled look appeared on the man's cold and striking face. Did she show her true colors right after the marriage registration?
• Violet drunkenly stumbled over while she had a hiccup when she heard noises coming from the entrance.
• "Who are you?"
• She was so intoxicated that she had lost her sobriety a long time ago. Still, she instinctively got up to meet the person when she saw someone walking through the door.
• This is a man with a high nose, thin lips, manly brows, and a sculpted jawline. A drop-dead gorgeous man, just like Brock. No, he is Brock… How dare he appear before me!
• She immediately pouted her lips angrily as she raised her hand and wanted to slap him, but the man stopped her by her wrist.
• There was a sullen look in Henry's cold eyes as he demanded, "How much did you drink?"
• Her body was as soft as cotton, and she couldn't stand still after he stopped her, ending up swaying on the floor. "I didn't drink…" she said and threw herself at him, clasping her arms around his waist. "Brock, I missed you so." She blushed brightly like a young girl experiencing her first love, and her voice was soft and sweet as she cried, "Brock, don't find me filthy, okay? I didn't do it on purpose…"
• The woman's tears soaked through the thin material of his shirt and drenched his sturdy waist.
• A frown formed on Henry's face, which looked colder than the weather during a thunderstorm, and he glanced down at her. Right now, her small hands were holding his waist tightly, and she looked naive and adorable.
• Unfortunately, although she was staring at him with affection-filled eyes, her cherry lips were calling another man's name.
• Finally, the man reached out, whisked her off the floor, and took her into his arms before taking big strides upstairs.
• In the bathtub upstairs was the hot water Violet had prepared for him, but it was bone-chilling cold now.
• Splash!
• The drunk Violet was dumped directly into the bathtub, and her wet white t-shirt clung to her body tightly, outlining the curvaceous shape of her body.
• Although the bathtub was filled with cold water, Henry felt a faint trace of heat at the sight.
• Actually, he did dislike women; ever since he hurt that woman five years ago, he developed a dislike for women out of instinct.
• No woman could touch him, including his younger sister.
• However, when this little drunk Violet held him as she adhered herself to him, he wasn't disgusted at all and even enjoyed her touch.
• "It's so cold…"
• The woman shivered in the bathtub. She had imbibed in such strong alcohol, so the cold water didn't sober her up. Instead, it made her even more out of control.
• "Brock," she called out Brock's name feebly as she rested in the bathtub limply. "I'm really cold." She stretched out her hand and grabbed Henry's trousers piteously. "Will you hold me?" Her eyes were dreamy, and her cheeks were alluring red as she gazed at him seductively. "Will you carry me out of here? I'm really, really cold…"
• The end of her voice chimed softly. It was like a silky dose of chocolate as it brushed past Henry's heart.
• It had been a long time since he had this feeling, and he had to admit that she was different from other women.
• Yet, she kept calling out for the man named Brock.
• So, he crouched down, grabbed her jaw with one hand, and demanded, "Who am I?"
• She pursed her lips and replied, "You're Brock."
• There was only Brock in her glassy and dreamy eyes. Her reply frustrated Henry as he frowned dangerously before he dunked her head directly into the water.
• The piercing cold engulfed her head, but she was still unable to recover her sobriety as she struggled helplessly in the bathtub.
• A few seconds later, he released his hand and stared at her with his cold eyes. "Tell me again. Who am I?"
• "Brock. Dale."
• He pressed her head down once more.
• Violet was almost suffocated by his merciless actions, so she started weeping and looked at him with teary eyes. "Then, tell me. Who are you?"
• Henry raised his hand and rubbed his finger against her full, pink lips. "Call me dear."
• "My dear…" she uttered, aggrieved.
• One word from her made him feel a rush that he hadn't felt for a long time.
• Violet played along as she extended her hand and held his face gently, her eyes brimming with tears. "Don't throw me into cold water again. I called you, my dear, so you shouldn't bully me."
• As she was born beautiful, she was entirely like a delicate rose, ripe for the picking during her drunken and piteous state.
• He lowered his gaze at her and said in a husky voice, "You little drunkard, do you even know what bullying is?"
• She returned his gaze with naive and distant eyes and slowly shook her head.
• "I'll show you," he replied in a low voice.
• Right after the words left his lips, another person made themselves comfortable in the bathtub.
• …
• The next day, the morning came as promised, and the blinding light poured through the glass window.
• The curtains were pulled to the side, and a man stood next to the window with his back facing her as he watched out the window.
• Tall and well-built, the man exuded a laid-back regality and arrogance with just his back silhouette.
• Regrettably, Violet woke up from her dreams with a throbbing head.
• Last night, she had a wild dream where she had a bath with a hunk on the night of her marriage, successfully making a cuckold of Henry.
• Everything in the dream was so tender and loving that she took a long time to relive it before her eyes slowly fluttered open.
• The moment she opened her eyes, she saw a man's icy back, throwing her into so much shock that she could barely stammer out in her astonishment.
• "Y-You! Who are you?"
• Why was there a man in her room?
• This man was tall and well-built; Although she could only see his back, she knew that he wasn't Henry!
• Then, who is he? Did I really make a cuckold of Henry last night?
• When Henry heard the woman's shocked gasp, he furrowed his brows, turned around, and glanced at her. "No more drinking after this."
• Last night, she drank away hundreds of thousands worth of drinks. Even if he didn't care about the money, he still felt some degree of heartache to see those limited edition drinks that he went to such lengths to purchase to go just like that.
• After he finished speaking, he started walking and left like a gust of cold wind, leaving Violet on the bed in a daze for a long while.
• She remembered that she felt a little upset because she saw Brock and Natalie's news last night, so she had a little drink.
• After that…
• "No way!"
• When she finally saw all the bruises and marks on her body, she almost burst into tears.
• Last night was my wedding night with Henry. Not only did I not wait for his return, but I even… she thought. He was a stranger, and it even happened in Henry's house!
• All the rumors about how violent Henry was drilled into her ears, and she could even picture her dreadful life in the future.
• And that *sshole who made a cuckold out of Henry even especially stayed behind to tell her that she wasn't allowed to drink anymore after this?
• Even if she had the guts of a tiger, she wouldn't dare to drink after causing such a mess!
• While she was grasping her head in desperation, the door cracked open, and Danny burrowed in quietly in his light-yellow shirt. "I'm hungry."