Chapter 148 Mistrust

"No, I don't believe you."

Ophelia smiled, "I understand, since these photos are exactly irrefutable proof."

Zachariah stepped forwards aggressively and bent, looking at Ophelia face-to-face in a close distance.
He suddenly raised his hands, pinched at the chin of her and said in a cold tone, "I can't believe that
you're just in such hunger for sex. I have tried my best to match you in terms of sex, but you're just
never satisfied and even hang out there messing with your superior! Shame on you, Ophelia!"

Even though she was hurt inside, Ophelia still pretended to be calm and indifferent.

"I thought you already knew my essence, Mr. Chambers." Ophelia smiled, "Though I don't have much
to explain for the photographs, I have to say that there's nothing between me and Tassach. Tell me, Mr.
Chambers: will you trust me?"

Zachariah pinched at Ophelia's chin even harder, and shouted, "How about you telling me whether I
should trust you or not?"

'You won't believe me.' Ophelia thought.

She knew better than anyone about his inclination to be possessiveness, and clearly understood
how Zachariah currently felt, since if she ever saw the photographs of Zachariah and Cora, she would
never believe in the saying that they were innocent either.

Zachariah then came up even closer, with his lips nearly kissed on that of Ophelia. His gasp blew at her
face, which made her feel a little tepid and itchy.

"Tell me, Ophelia, is that you're not satisfied with the money that I gave you, or my skills on bed? Tell
me the reason why you're just so eager to hang out there with another man before our divorce."



Said Zachariah, "I must confess that Tassach is quite a good-looking man of ability, while I doubt that
whether he can satisfy you on bed as much as I do."

Ophelia's heart hurt again, as if there was a knife drilling in it.

Zachariah let go of her chin, moved down his hand to tenderly stroke her neck and said, "I saw in the
photographs that he leaned on your neck, and seemingly kissed you, didn't he? And it seemed that you
were really enjoying it, weren't you?"

As her body turned stiffened, Ophelia, for the moment, didn't know what to say.

Zachariah then came close to her neck and gave her a painless bite.

"You're really good at cast spells on men to drive them crazy for you, Ophelia; You're such a greedy
and ignorant woman, since you just couldn't stop reaching out to other men while you were holding the
hand of your husband. Sooner or later, you will regret it."

Ophelia was wretched inside as she heard the words. She was now in fear, fearing that tonight might
be the end of their relationship, and that never she would have any chance to be with him again.

"Tell me, is that you can literally do anything as long as one gives you enough money? Who is exactly
the father of the child in your tummy?" Asked Zachariah coldly.

His words again shrilled into her heart like a sword, which hurt her exceedingly.

Incredibly, Ophelia looked at him and said, "You can say that I'm a woman of easy virtue, but you need
to believe that the child in my tummy is exactly yours!"

"I don't quite believe that, giving that I have no idea about how many men you have been hanging
around with."



Ophelia's face turned pale when she heard his words.

Naturally, Zachariah could tell from the change of expression in her eyes that she was hurt, and
couldn't bear to continue. However, as he recalled anything about those photographs, he was then
again possessed by anger and couldn't help giving a painful bite on Ophelia's neck.

"I have done anything I can to please you and satisfy you, Ophelia. Why do you have to hang out there
and fool around with other men?" Zachariah said repeatedly.

Tears were about to burst out from Ophelia's eyes. She looked at Zachariah with grievance and asked
in an injured tone, "Please, trust me, Mr. Chambers. I'm in a clean relationship with him."

"I can't. Those photographs have already told me everything." Said Zachariah sullenly.

As Ophelia was about to touch Zachariah's face with her hands, he dodged it and shouted, "Don't you
ever put your dirty hands on me!"

Ophelia staggered and offered a bitter smile, "I understand. Since you consider me a flirtatious woman,
I think maybe it's better for us to set apart with each other."

As he heard the words, Zachariah's face was flushed with unspeakable anger.

"So, you're going to divorce me and go to Tassach, aren't you?" Zachariah was trying his best to
suppress his rage, and continued, "How dare you, Ophelia? Except for my love, I have given you
anything, including money! How could you just betray me and fuck with other men!"

Zachariah lowered his head and kissed her violently and rampantly. The more Ophelia tried to struggle
out, the harder he pressed her on the sofa. Luckily, he was still rational enough to keep his body away
from her tummy.



After five minutes later, Zachariah finally let go of Ophelia reluctantly, who was currently flushed out of
sensual excitement and panting heavily.

Satisfied, Zachariah looked at her face — a face that was flushed with sensuality because of him. But
he soon turned sullen again, as he thought that he was not the only one.

Zachariah reached out to her red lips, tenderly stroked them and said, "If you could just stay loyal and
earnest to me, I wouldn't have treated you in this way."


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