When Love Turns to Ashes (Beatrice and Caden) novel Chapter 384

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“I’ll handle it myself, there’s no need to trouble Uncle Caden with such a small matter. It has nothing to do with him.” Beatrice tied a knot haphazardly and then tried to move away. 

But as soon as the words fell, the temperature inside the carriage suddenly dropped, and the wet clothes wrapped around her became heavy and icy, sending a chill down her spine. 

Before she could get up, a pair of hands grabbed her waist from behind and turned her around, half pressing her against the car door. Beatrice’s gaze met the man’s as soon as she looked up. 

His dark pupils were as calm and mysterious as the night, and the light that shone through them sent shivers down one’s spine. He stared at her so intently, as if he wanted to see into the depths of her heart. 

‘Did I say something wrong? What does it 

But you… 

Before Caden finished speaking, Beatrice fiercely resisted. 

matter 

him who to 

he 

to wants 

like and me? 

But you…” 

All 

the grievances and 

resentments 

exploded 

at this 

moment, 

and 

she didn’t 

care 

about 

what he 

said. 

She only wanted to escape from him. 

“Uncle Caden, you didn’t have to tell me all this, I didn’t care! I didn’t care about Mr. Oscar, let alone you! I’ve had enough!” She shouted loudly, completely oblivious to the intense aura of danger in Caden’s eyes. 

Caden’s 

Under 

“Yes! No… um!” 

were eyes 

gloomy 

as 

he 

his gaze, 

Beatrice 

still trembled 

grabbed 

slightly 

her 

chin and 

with fear, 

forcefully 

clenching her 

lifted it up, 

teeth before 

saying, “Don’t 

nodding forcefully. 

care?” 

The man didn’t give her a moment to think, and before she could finish speaking, he grabbed her chin and kissed her like a gust passing by. 

of wind 

She raised her hand in resistance, but it was held down and pressed against the car window. The more she gripped, the tighter it became, and the wound in her palm began to throb faintly. 

He did it on purpose. 

He wanted to make her suffer. 

Beatrice 

groaned 

in 

as pain, 

the man’s 

breath 

grew 

increasingly 

scorching 

in 

of front 

her. 

He lowered his gaze and looked at her, his deep eyes seemed to devour her, intensifying the kiss, dominantly claiming her breath that belonged to him. 

Suddenly, the man stopped and half–supported his body, looking down at her from a higher position, with his semi–dry hair falling smoothly on his forehead. 

“Doesn’t this matter either?” 

eyes 

half–closed and 

not 

a trace 

of light could penetrate. 

“We are all adults, what’s the big deal, it’s just…” Beatrice retorted stubbornly. “What’s the big deal? Haven’t you done the same with others? Who? Oscar?” The man’s face turned terrifyingly dark, with his The falling shadow weighed heavily on Beatrice, making it difficult for her to breathe. She pursed her lips and forcefully turned her head, saying, “It’s none of your business!” 

“Huh.” 

She could even feel his terrifying presence.