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 Season 6


(Do you suspect that I'm I'll)

After a while, he suddenly cast her aside, throwing her onto the bed. His face darkened and he left without another word to her.   

 She lay motionless on the bed, like a soulless puppet which had been used and carelessly discarded.   

 A few minutes later, a skilled middle-aged female doctor with a blank face came in to examine her and then prescribed medicine for her.    

"Miss Emily, this is the contraceptive pill. Please take it everyday. You must start right away,"  the doctor said.    

There wasn't even a hint of empathy on the doctor's face and she clinically treated Emily as if she was just an ordinary patient.    

"Contraceptive pill..." Emily muttered these words over and over again, until finally her eyes drowned in an emotional wave. "Jacob asked me to take it?" she asked in disbelief.  

For a moment it seemed that the doctor wanted to offer an explanation, but her clinical face slid into place and she answered evenly, "Yes."   

 "Oh. I understand." Emily burst into self-mocking laughter and felt her heart turn bitter.    

Although she knew that she was in poor health and not really fit to have another child for the time being, his reluctance to have a baby with her was a painful blow. She was deeply disappointed.    

Only hours before, they had been intimate with each other, and they were so close as to be a joined whole. But now, she felt as if an ocean separated them, a chasm which could not be crossed.   

 'You are good-for-nothing, Emily, '  

The female doctor did not leave after giving her the medicine, instead, she stood still and looked firmly at her. 

Obviously, she wanted to see her taking the pill with her own eyes.   

 Emily subconsciously raised her hand to cover her aching heart, trying to suppress her pain. But as she lowered her hand, she decided and took the pill.    The doctor seemed to breathe a long sigh of relief. "Miss Emily, now you need to have plenty of rest,"  she said with some concern.    

"Thank you,"  Emily replied weakly.    

What she didn't know was that the doctor did not leave the villa after seeing her, but instead went to Jacob's study where she reported everything about Emily's condition to him.   

 "Did she say anything?" He stood at the tall window with his back to the door. His face was blurred by the sharp light from the window.  

"No." The doctor shook her head, but hesitated, still wanting to say more.  

 He was impatient with her hesitation and commanded sharply, "Say it."   

 "Miss Emily's not in good health. Her body will not stand long term use of contraceptives. I suggest that it would be better if you take birth control measures, instead of her taking the pills,"  she advised clinically.    

His face hardened and seemed to turn to stone, as he said abruptly, "Get out. Go!"    
Unsure of whether he would take her words to heart, the doctor hesitated momentarily, but then left without another word. She had done all that she could for Emily. There was nothing more to be said.   

 After the doctor left, he stood motionless at the window looking at the setting sun with eyes as black as the gathering night.  

He used to think that Emily must be reluctant to stay with him, but now he had changed his mind because of her initiative. She had even decided to seduce him, which put a ridiculous color on his idea of keeping her by his side simply to torture her.    

The woman could easily arouse his emotions and desires, and he found it difficult to remain calm near her. What was her purpose? What did she want from him?    

Because of juggling mental and physical exhaustion, Emily soon fell asleep after taking the medicine.   

 She was unaware of Jacob walking into her bedroom. He stood beside the bed and looked down at her sleeping face.   

 After a long time, he gave a cold sneer.    Whatever her purpose was, he would not let her have her way. Besides, her body was wonderful and could satisfy him completely. He decided that he would never let her go, not until he got tired of her.  

...    The nightmare came back to haunt Emily again.    

In her dream, Jacob was a madman with red eyes shinning in a bloodthirsty light.    
She called his name, but he did not come back to his senses. Suddenly, he rushed over and pinned her on the ground. He was like a uncontrollable wild animal, and he beat her hard on her delicate neck.    

"No, don't do that..." She struggled, but he incapacitated her with all his superior strength, and she was imprisoned in his vice-like arms. Showing his teeth, he launched forward as if to rip off a piece of her flesh!    

A strong fear began in her heart. But as she thought that she was about to die, he suddenly released her and gripped his own head, roaring in pain.  

"Ah!" he uttered a heartrending cry.    "Jacob!"    

She immediately forgot her angst, and her fear gave way to a much stronger concern which she still held for her beloved. She walked to him, trying to help. Then she heard a loud bang from ahead. It was like a bomb exploded and she was knocked off her feet.    

Regaining her feet she was faced by an unbelievable sight.    

His skull had exploded! Blood and brain plasma had spilled everywhere and a small chip fell from his shattered cranium. It tumbled to the floor with the softest click to lie in a pool of blood and gore.    

Her heart heaved and she felt despair swallow her.  

"Don't move,"  a low conciliatory voice rang in her ears, dragging her out of the nightmare.    

Opening her eyes. she saw Jacob's handsome face very close to her own. 

He was so close that she could see her own reflection in his dark eyes. Dazed, she didn't know whether she was awake, or if this were part of the dream. 

Confusion clouded her eyes and she felt ready to slip into unreality again.    

The man in front of her seemed dissatisfied with her distraction, so he bowed his head and bit her soft, rosy lips.    

She hissed in pain. Finally regaining consciousness, her eyes opened wide with panic. "Jacob, you..." she murmured.   

 "Huh?" His body moved over hers, and he entered her roughly. He continued moving in almost primitive rhythms, while he whispered hoarsely, "What's wrong? Did you suddenly wake from a nightmare? Or did you awaken because of me? I suppose it must be the later." 

 "No..." Her voice was cut off by his suddenly hard thrusting. She could not speak anymore. Her breathing was rapid, and she bit her lips to remain calm. 

Brokenly she gasped then, "Stop... I want to talk to you... Ah..." Then, in that moment, his manhood took control with raw energy.    

He was treating her as a plaything whose sole purpose was to please him and bring him orgasmic satisfaction. But she didn't care about his evil feckless attitude any more. She could only worry about the terrible results which the chip in his head would cause.    

She was fearful that her nightmare would become reality in the very near future.    

Already 10 days had passed, and only 20 remained now.  

What a horrible death awaited him, if she couldn't make him fall in love with her again? She dared not even think about it.    
"Relax,"  Jacob frowned as he felt her body tighten involuntarily. He lowered his head and dropped a kiss on her neck to relieve her tension, but found her whole body was cold and sweaty.    

He stopped moving and asked, "What's wrong with you?"    

She held his arms tightly and cried out, "Jacob, please can you go to the hospital tomorrow and do a comprehensive examination?"    

Stunned by her words, his face turned cold and he asked enraged, "What do you mean? Do you suspect that I have an illness? You think I'll pass it on to you?"  

  He remembered that she had entangled with so many men, yet he didn't stay away from her, even if she was sullied. 

Now she was taking the high road and wanted him to have an examination to make sure that he didn't have any infectious diseases! How ridiculous!  

She bit her lip and tried to explain, "No. I didn't mean that. I'm just afraid of..."    

He barked a cold laugh and interrupted her, "What are you afraid of? I'm curious. Are you afraid of death?"  

  "No! I'm afraid that something bad will happen to you,"  she replied aloud. Panic-stricken her fingernails cut into his skin as she unconsciously dug into him. "I just had a dream. I dreamed you were dead. I was too scared..." she said with fear.    

Outside the window, the pre-dawn had turned the sky the color of roses, and the increased light filtered through the window, allowing him to see her face clearly. She was panicked and fearful. 

Her big eyes were full of indescribable sadness and despair.    

She didn't seem to have fully recovered from her nightmare. Cold sweat exuded through the pores in her smooth skin and wet her beautiful face. Her tiny body trembled continuously, as if something terrible had happened to her.  

"Please, just go to the hospital and do a comprehensive examination... Go to the best hospital... After that, I'll cooperate with you. I'll do whatever you want. 

Please! Jacob, promise me..." she begged and pleaded in a soft tone.   

 He felt his chest tighten in response, and he blurted without hesitation, "Okay. I promise you."  

  Anyway, it wasn't a big deal. It was just a general check-up. As for Emily... Was she really concerned about him?    

Whether it was a trick or a sincere concern, a check-up wouldn't do him any harm.  

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