Chapter 32 Don’t You Feel Ashamed?
“Disgrace your family?”
Rose repeated Judson’s words.
She stopped struggling and raised her arm. Rose softly crossed her arm around Judson’s neck. She moved her hand gently and slowly from Judson’s neck to the front.
Rose stroked Judson’s ear and jaw. Her hand went up but stopped in front of Judson’s eyes.
It seemed like Rose was seducing Judson. But she controlled herself
and stopped at the right time.
Judson looked up and slowly opened her mouth. The tidal air from behind carried her words to Judson. “Judson, you don’t have to be worried. I’m not your family. Whatever I do, you and your family won’t be disgraced.”
What was the relationship between them?
Before, Rose lived in Imperial Garden. Judson was mean to her. Luckily, the Roach family was nice to Rose, and people saw Rose as Judson’s girlfriend.
“Why are you so unhappy? Is that because I am out of your control?” Rose could feel her own teasing tone and see the dangerous look in Judson’s eyes. Judson was warning her, but Rose’s smile grew bigger. Rose put her finger on Judson’s mouth, acting like an enchantress.
“Judson, how do you feel? Angry or scared?”
Judson clenched Rose’s hand and got it away from his mouth.
Then, he leaned over heavily.
The water in the fountain trickled. Rose was forced to lean back. The water splashed down her back, through her clothes, and made her wet.
Rose could feel the heat from Judson’s arm around her waist and his lips on hers.
Rose didn’t struggle.
But while breathing, she almost laughed out.
Judson kissed Rose fiercely now. But later, he would vent his anger on
her.
Though she was just taking what she was given, Rose was always the wrong part. It was all her fault that she tempted Judson with her beauty, tenderness, and love.
Rose felt her lips biting.
Rose frowned because Judson bit her again.
Judson bit Rose hard as if Rose had no feelings and was just his sex
doll.
Rose put her hands against Judson’s chest. This time, she fought back.
Rose bit Judson as hard as possible until she tasted blood.
Judson paused.
Then, he held her waist tight and raised her directly. Rose was held high and had to cling to Judson.
Rose wanted to stay away, but Judson held her and stopped her.
When they were fighting, Judson suddenly became angry. He gon Powe by the back of her neck and grabbed her by the throat with his fingers.
Judson’s eyes were red. He looked dangerous and furious, “Rose, why are you being so filthy?”
After saying that, Judson suddenly strode forward and fell into the fountain with Rose.
The cool water poured into Rose’s eyes, cars, mouth, and nose in an
instant.
***
“Rose, why are you being so filthy?”
Five years ago, Rose had heard the same words from the same man.
The Roach family threw a big party for Rose’s eighteenth birthday.
But as the young master of the Roach family, Judson didn’t show up for no reason.
Rose didn’t see him during the whole party.
She crouched alone in the back garden under the thick rose bushes, sobbing secretly.
Then, Rose suddenly heard Judson’s voice from deep in the flowers. “Rose, come over. I have a special present for you.”
That night, Rose tasted sweetness, pain, and happiness in chaos. It made her life totally different since then.
Rose woke up in Judson’s arms the next day. She held him happily and carefully. But Judson pushed her away ruthlessly.
Judson glared at Rose coldly as if Rose was something strange and disgusting. Then, he said something that shocked Rose.
“Rose, don’t you feel ashamed?”
“Don’t you feel ashamed?”
Water splashed beside Rose’s ears.
Rose choked on the water and coughed violently.
The cold water covered Rose’s hot skin, narrowing her pores, locking in the heat, and making her nerves shiver because of the temperature difference.
Judson held Rose up and got her out of the fountain. He pinched her cheeks.
“What did you let him do?”
Judson stroked Rose’s lips with his rough fingers. “Did you let him kiss you?”
Rose couldn’t stop coughing.
Her eyes, nose, and throat ached.
“Judson, what’s wrong with you? Let go of her!” Darrin’s voice was getting closer.
Rose heard a lot of noise outside the fountain.
Darrin was stopped by Judson’s men. It sounded like there was a conflict.
Judson finally let go of Rose and stepped out of the fountain.
Rose also managed to stand up. With blurred vision, she could only see water left behind Judson’s steps.
Rose bent down uncomfortably, held onto the edge of the fountain, and climbed out.
The minute she stood straight, Rose suddenly felt dizzy and fell back.
“Rose!”
Rose heard Darrin call her name loudly.
Again, the water covered her face, neck, and hands. Rose could only hear water splashing and bubbling.
***
Rose was alternately cold and hot.
Sometimes, Rose felt herself in an icehouse and shivered. Then, she felt herself in a furnace, feeling like she was about to evaporate.
Rose felt so uncomfortable that she wanted to cry. But she felt her nose and throat were stuffed with cotton. Rose had to open her mouth wide to call for help.
But there was no voice.
Rose felt like she had lost her voice.
She thought, “Am I dead?”
The darkness was endless, and the space was constantly squeezed.
Rose couldn’t move, make a sound, or see anything.
She could only hear someone murmuring repeatedly in her ear: “Rose, Rose, Rose…”
It brought Rose back to the summer when she was young. Judson went hiking and broke his leg. He got a high fever and was sent home.
Rose stayed by Judson’s bed, watched him anxiously, and wouldn’t leave.
At night, in a daze, she felt pain in her hand, which was being elenched tight. And Judson kept murmuring, “Rose, Rose…”
Rose woke up. Judson was still asleep. With his eyebrows furrowed, he grabbed Rose’s hand tight and kept calling her name.
Rose woke Judson up in a hurry and asked him if he was having a nightmare.
Under the light, Judson gazed at Rose with his deep eyes for a long while. Then, he seemed to recognize her.
“Darrin pushed me.” Judson didn’t say what his dream was. Instead, he ordered coldly, “Stay away from him.”
***
When she woke up, Rose didn’t feel any better. On the contrary, she felt the pain more clearly.
Rose got her vision back and saw the white ceilings.
But no one was calling her name in her car or holding her tight.
Rose heard a familiar female voice. Not far away, the woman gently asked someone else, “Don’t you want to eat more? The doctor said the porridge is good for your stomach, so I made it for you.”
Rose sat up with difficulty, propping up her limp arms.
Then, nearby, someone said in surprise, “Ms. Edwards, you finally
woke up! How do you feel?”
Rose stopped.
Because she saw an unpleasant scene.
