Chapter 37

I was almost overwhelmed by the strong smell of alcohol on Gavin. "Gavin, let go of me!" "No!" He tightened his hold on me, his face filled with sadness. "Grace, how long will you keep making a scene?" "Gavin, stop acting like this!" I laughed bitterly in frustration and struggled harder, but his strength was terrifying, and I couldn't break free. "Grace, you weren't like this before." His heated lips brushed my ear, his breath hot against my skin. "When I was drunk in the past, you'd always make me a bowl of bone broth no matter how late." "As you said, it's in the past." I struggled harder. "Gavin, let go of me! Let go! We're about to get a divorce!" But his arm around my waist was like a hot iron, holding me tight, and I couldn't escape. "Don't move. I just want to hold you." His voice was rough and husky. Unable to free myself, I was about to scream for help, hoping the neighbors would come. But just then, I felt his face slowly slide down my neck, and the arms that were ho