Rejected Their Broken Luna Chapter 122: Chap-122*The Enraged Couple.*

Cynthia Dion:

"Ugh! Wait! Last night, did you suck my dick?" He clapped his hands together and laughed, calling me out for being overly desperate. He was having so much fun fantasizing that I became desperate for him and said, "Now, if I had done anything to you in your sleep, I would be considered a creep."

I quietly started to choke on the very concept.

I rubbed my elbows vulnerably and turned my face to the wall, murmuring, "You had your pants open when you arrived."

"Ah! Right!" He rolled his eyes, since he didn’t believe what I was saying.

"Would you like me to make your breakfast?" There was no other way he would hear, so I changed the subject.

"Ahh! No doubt. That much you can do for enjoying my dick last night. So, pull my clothing out of the closet, and make sure you ask Maleeka if she needs anything else before I take her to the hospital," he slapped his lips, let out a crackling sound again, and then murmured the final phrase with a lewdness in his voice.

"You know she blames me for everything that happened," I approached the bed, observing him as he prepared to get out of bed, and added, "Seeing me will only make her more upset."

"Did I ask for your opinion?" This time, he said with an irritated expression, "Just follow my instructions."

"But," I hesitated, realizing he had a plan for his own entertainment, and there was no way he would allow me to refuse it.

"Cynthia! If you don't want me to start the day with violence, then do as I say," I understood that his threats were not empty; he would actually act on them.

"Okay!" I sighed. He called for me again just as I was about to give up and go to the restroom to freshen up.

"And next time when you try to play with my cock, make sure you ask for my permission first," he told me with a blunt look, making me wonder if he truly believed I touched him or if he was just trying to get under my skin.

He made sure to keep his eyes on me when tucking his dick in his pants.

"Ah! You are not that lucky for me to ask you to put it back in," his comment made my body shudder. He ran into the bathroom before me, and I heard him shout a moan from inside the bathroom. He had started to get on my nerves. Wait till he finds out I have been fucking Atticus behind his back. The day Atticus frees me from his cage, I will spit in his face and cut off his dick as a punishment for the sexual assault.

I quickly got dressed, intending to check with Maleeka if she needed anything. I hoped she wouldn't even respond to me, so she wouldn't have to worry about me or get upset.

I had been so exhausted from the previous night that I longed for some peace and relaxation. Additionally, it was Atticus's birthday, so I needed to purchase a cake for him.

After leaving the bathroom, I put on a black off-the-shoulder dress and noticed that the bed was empty. He must have left the room to be with Maleeka in her bedroom.

Before I could head out, I decided to layer my outfit with a turtleneck sweater once more. I wasn't sure how much longer I could keep him from seeing my mark, but soon he would start asking questions.

The mansion appeared strangely deserted, and the absence of maids or staff made me suspect that someone had given them the day off.

I continued to scan the surroundings as I made my way to Maleeka's room, hoping to spot Atticus somewhere, but his bedroom door was shut from the outside, suggesting that he had left the house early in the morning.

I took a deep breath as I approached Maleeka's bedroom and gently tapped on the door.

"Who's there?" Maleeka asked from inside. I took a moment to gather my courage before speaking.

Nervously fidgeting with my fingers, I replied, not expecting her to be friendly, "I came to see if you needed anything."

"Yes," she mumbled, initially giving me the impression that she might actually ask for something. However, she suddenly shouted at the top of her lungs, "I want you to leave me alone!" It was abundantly clear that she had no desire for my presence. If Mr. Holt hadn't threatened to force me to visit her, I would never have come, and that's when I first heard that jerk's voice.

"Why does she irritate you so much? Is she deliberately trying to provoke you?" he asked, leaving me in stunned disbelief.

"What a bastard!" I muttered under my breath as I stepped away from the door, shaking my head in disbelief. What was wrong with him?

"You brought her here; you should know what's wrong with her," Maleeka's remark made me shake my head again. But this time, my disappointment came from the fact that he had successfully driven a wedge between us.

I understood he was being deceitful, but why was he playing so many games? None of it made any sense. None of us had done anything to harm him, so why did it seem like he was seeking revenge against us?

I cleared my mind of those futile thoughts for the time being and entered my bedroom. I had decided to wait for them to leave and not leave before them.

Making this day special for Atticus was my priority, and afterward, I might have a chance to discuss matters with him. I couldn't exactly stop Mr. Holt from continuously staring at my neck.

As I sat on the bed, waiting for them to depart, I received a message from Mr. Holt.

Mr. Holt: Come out and say goodbye. Also, bring this phone with you. I'm taking it with me.

I furrowed my brows. Why did he want me to face Maleeka again? And of course, he had to request the phone.