###Chapter 202 Sets A Trap For Caldwell – Part 3
###Chapter 202 Sets A Trap For Caldwell – Part 3
Outside the corridor, Ivelle saw that Caldwell was smoking in the hallway. She pretended not to see him but his disgusting eyes looked at her. She couldn't help but frown and stopped.
She calmed herself down and the irritable mood in her heart. What she did is Ivelle smiled provocatively with her red lips and said. "Boss Blakely, I'm back."
He seemed to enjoy the temptation, took a hard puff on his cigarette, put out the cigarette butt in his hand, and walked towards her.
"Ivelle, has anyone ever been told that you are really beautiful? That kind of deadly beauty you have is simply enticing." As he said that, he was about to move closer to her.
Ivelle shook her head and jokingly replied. "You just said that to flatter me!"
He smiled and said. "Let's have a drink somewhere else. It's still early."
She arched her perfectly plucked eyebrows and asked him with a surprise. "Do you want to change places?"
He nodded. "Why, do you like being in a place like this?"
"That's not true!" She paused and continued. "It's just that we have to at least wait here for Kyle to come back, don't we?"
When Ivelle mentioned Kyle, he seemed a little unhappy. "We'll just play when she does something. Aside from that, she's in the way, let's go!"
As he spoke, he raised his and hand tried to pull her but Ivelle avoided it. She smiled and said. "She's your wife, isn't it appropriate to leave her like this?"
"It's all right, she'll go back by herself!" With that, he forced her to drag Ivelle out.
She grabbed him, could not help but reiterate. "Caldwell Blakely, you are not appropriate. I should at least talk to Kyle."
"No!" He looked a little eager. What Ivelle thought was that would just stay in the private room, but now he looked like he wanted to take her somewhere else.
For a moment, she panicked. "Caldwell, what's the difference between this and forced robbery? It won't be fun to play like this."
"Cut the crap and just come with me. Anyway, it's all for fun. I'll take you to have some fun." There was a great disparity between the strength of a man and woman, and it was clear to Ivelle when she was stumbled away by him.
She realized that if she left here with him now, the danger would be high.
So, in order to win, she pulled her hands away from his grasp and firmly said. "Boss Blakely, if you want to leave here, I'll refuse to go with you."
He curled his lips and his eyes darkened. "Why do you want to stay here?" Are you going to set me up? Ivelle, don't think that I don't know that you and Kyle are digging a hole for me. If I want to mess with you, I'm afraid that Jordan is a hypocrite? I just don't want anyone to disturb me and spoil my mood when I'm having a good time."
Ivelle froze and her heart immediately crept up with fear. She hurriedly opened her mouth to cry for help. Before she could say the words, she fainted with a pain in the back of her neck.
The moment that she woke up, Caldwell stood in front of her with a wretched face. As she glanced around., she found that she was in the bathtub of a hotel.
He just woke her up with water. When she was drenched and her clothes, which was already skimpy as if she had not worn so much, were soaked in water. All the places and curves of her body that shouldn't be exposed were exposed.
When she looked at the uncovered Caldwell standing by the bathtub, he was calm and winked at her. Ivelle couldn't help but be terrified. "Caldwell, what are you going to do?"
With a smile on his face, Caldwell approached her and smirked. "Of course I'm doing what needs to be done."
Her lips quivered. "Mr. Blakely, this is force and you just completely misunderstood. I just said that I do not want to change places."
"So what? It's even more interesting. When the time comes, I'm only afraid of hurting you. If that happens, I'll be distressed."
He leaned over and pressed down on her with his arms against the edge of the bathtub.
Out of instinct, Ivelle raised her foot and kicked it towards his groin without hesitation. He reacted quickly and avoided it almost at the same time.
He straightened up, raised his hand, and wiped the water stains from the corners of his mouth. "Not bad, you smell good!"
She ignored him and thought about how to contact Jordan as soon as possible. The hotel should have a landline.
When she thought of this, Ivelle climbed out of the bathtub. Unfortunately for her, the next second that she got up, he grabbed her by the neck and pressed her down into the bathtub again.
She was so sick with him that she struggled to push him away but the man had great strength.
When she struggled and fought him in refusal, she had a lot of bruises and scars on her body which made her look particularly dazzling in his eyes.
"Wow! A woman who has given birth to a child has a taste and her figure is amazing. Jordan said there is nothing to remember about you. If you follow me, I promise that I would let you have a baby of my own."
She ignored his words. while he wasn't paying attention, she kicked him so hard with her knee.
"Ah!" He painfully wailed and loosened his grip on her. Ivelle took the opportunity to push him away and climbed out of the bathtub.
Kyle is a man who was so tyrannical that he reached out and grabbed her ankle that made her fell on the floor as he dragged Ivelle to the ground.
Because she suddenly lost her balance, she hit her head and directly laid on the ground. It was as if she was smashed into minced meat. All over the body is covered with burning pain as it ached excruciatingly.
He instantly got out of the bathtub, grabbed her hair, pulled Ivelle up, raised his hand, and slammed her down.
"Why are you running? You sent yourself to my door on your own initiative. Why are you pretentious?" The man hit so hard that her face swelled like a ball a long time ago.
He was already addicted to violence, but he is even more wanton when there is no restraint in the hotel.
Maybe he didn't slap her enough in his views, so he picked her up and kicked Ivelle in the stomach.
She couldn't bear his strength and bumped directly into the basin. Her forehead and lower abdomen hurt so much that she couldn't breathe.
When she collapsed on the ground and was beaten without the appearance of resistance, he smiled. Caldwell walked up to her and half squatted down.
He stopped and his fingers roamed at the edge of her drenched clothes. He squinted his eyes that mirrored cruelty looked at her and said. "The moment that I saw you, I can't help but want to destroy you. I don't know if Jordan will dislike you when he sees your current state!"
Ivelle gasped with pain and glared at him. "Caldwell, you'd better not give me a chance to go out."
"Ah!" He bit her straight down and the extreme pain made her feel nauseous. She could already see gold stars in her swollen eyes and her heart was extremely nauseous.
'If Kyle doesn't come, I'm really going to collapse.' Helplessly, Ivelle thought as she felt that her body weakened.
Suddenly, there was a loud knock on the outside door that interrupted the barbaric movements of Caldwell.
He squinted at her. "Ivelle, you really want to die!"
As he said that, he raised his hand and punched her, which was almost a deadly rhythm.
There was still a knock on the door. Since no one answered for a long time, the voice outside shouted. "Caldwell, open the door!"
'The sound and voice are familiar. Is it the voice of a middle-aged man? It's not Jordan.' Ivelle thought as a little hope engulfed her system.
However, Ivelle instantly froze and so did Caldwell. He threw her away and opened the door.
In just a few minutes, she was so tortured by Caldwell that Ivelle crawled out of the bathroom and cried for help.
What Ivelle saw was that it was Mr. Norris, the middle-aged man who kidnapped her in the parking lot, despair completely swallowed up her heart.
