Chapter 4 Past Lover

• Wendy was twenty-five that year, an age where innocence had to be feigned.
• Listening to Caspian's nonchalant ramblings, she even managed a small smile. “Hmm, I misunderstood back then.”
• Just as Caspian was wondering why Wendy was being so agreeable, Wendy swiftly changed her tone. “From this moment on, we are officially over.”
• Caspian's face darkened. “Joke all you want, but don't jest about breaking up.”
• Wendy laughed. It wasn't a mocking laugh, but a laugh that came from hearing an incredibly funny joke, a laugh that genuinely bubbled up from within her.
• After not seeing each other for several years, Caspian was still captivated by Wendy's face, especially when she smiled. It was so mesmerizing that he would not blink, no matter what.
• As Caspian's gaze deepened, Wendy spoke, her words cutting to the quick. “What makes you think I'm still hung up on what happened years ago? Is it because you can't forget, or is it because Finley isn't good enough?”
• As the words fell, Wendy derived a belated pleasure from the suddenly darkened expression on Caspian's face.
• Caspian was tightly holding onto Wendy's hand, but Wendy was completely indifferent. “Only when the current one is not up to par, would one dwell on an ex. I must be insane to not want Finley and want—”
• Before the word “you” had fully left her lips, Caspian had already seized Wendy by the neck. Wendy grunted, instinctively reaching to grab his wrist.
• She no longer kept her nails long, but her touch was quite forceful. In an instant, several red scratch marks appeared on Caspian's hand.
• Worried about being discovered by Finley, Wendy hesitated, unwilling to make a move that could potentially cause harm. She abruptly stopped in her tracks.
• Seeing right through Wendy's thoughts, Caspian became even more furious, leaning down to kiss her.
• Wendy found herself perched on the restroom sink, her chin lifted by Caspian. She was cornered, with nowhere to run or hide. The crucial part was that she couldn't even call out for help. All she could do was weakly push him away, but compared to a man's strength, a woman's was merely a token of resistance.
• Caspian had always been a wild card. After four years of her not seeing him, he seemed even more unbridled than before.
• Wendy was pinned against the mirror by him, her hand sneaking inside his collar. In a place hidden from the view of others, she had him in a grip so tight it was as if she was tearing his skin apart.
• Caspian bit her tongue tip, causing Wendy to wince in pain, her eyes welling up with tears. A soft moan escaped her throat.
• Caspian was like a wild animal, the sight of blood only seemed to thrill him more. As he reached out to grasp Wendy's skirt, her eyes widened in shock, her voice trembling. “Caspian, don't force me to hate you!”
• Caspian's hand paused, as he slowly raised his eyes to meet Wendy's gaze which was filled with both shock and anger.
• He asked, “Don't you hate me now?”
• Wendy's wrists were both held in one hand by Caspian, her face flushed from the struggle. She cautiously replied, “I owe you nothing, nor do I harbor any resentment toward you. Please, stop messing with me.”
• Caspian's Adam's apple bobbed. “What do you mean by 'mess'? Do you mean sleep with you or tell Finley that you've been with me for three years?”
• Wendy spoke honestly. “I don't like you anymore. All I want now is to be with Finley.”
• Caspian burst out laughing in anger. “So you pretend to be a virtuous woman to deceive him into being with you? Has he seen what you truly are?”
• As he spoke, he suddenly yanked Wendy off the sink. Her legs gave way, and she almost ended up on her knees.
• Caspian pinned her against the wall, and without a word, he lifted her skirt. Wendy could only feel a sudden chill against her bottom.
• She knew what Caspian was looking for. As expected, when her underwear was pulled down, the air seemed to freeze. Caspian was motionless. After a few seconds, a deep, ominous male voice resonated from behind.
• “Where's your tattoo?”
• Wendy was not only blessed with a beautiful face, but her figure was also top-notch. In her early years, she was naturally pretty. In the past two years, she had started to work out, resulting in a slender waist and a well-rounded figure.
• Caspian's gaze was fixed unwaveringly on Wendy's lower waist.
• Once upon a time, there was an octagonal sun tattoo there, a symbol of their shared love for the sun. He would often say that she was warm from within, while Wendy always found herself trembling in response to Caspian's heated touch.
• And so, they had the same tattoo in the same spot.
• Caspian's was still there. He had assumed that Wendy's was too, without a shred of doubt. So, when he saw the emptiness where the tattoo should have been, rather than feeling anger, Caspian was engulfed by a sense of void.
• It felt as if a piece of his heart had been torn out.