Chapter 1170: In His Room

Little Bunny was pinned down by Theodore with great force. Before she could react, he covered her lips with his.

"Um..." Little Bunny's eyes widened. She had thought he'd changed, that he wouldn't force her anymore. Unfortunately, Theodore was too strong; she couldn't resist. No matter how hard she struggled, he didn't loosen his grip, almost smothering her with the kiss. His kisses failed to sate his desire. He reached out and stripped off her clothes with a light tug. His hand wandered over her body without restraint.

"Um... Theodore..."

She resisted, but Theodore remained on top of her, doing as he pleased. Tears streamed down Little Bunny's face. Despite her preparations, she cried uncontrollably. Was it because of his recent respect? Had it raised her expectations? She'd hoped for continued respect.

The thought struck her as ironic. She shouldn't be so greedy. Had she approached him differently from the start, there would have been no discomfort, no hurt.

Little Bunny ceased resisting, enduring his actions, his frenzy. Theodore released her lips, staring at her with burning desire. As he began to remove his pants, he saw her crying, fragile and helpless, despair evident in her eyes.

Was she disappointed again? He was the type to disregard others' feelings.

His gaze fixed on her tears, streaming down her cheeks. He wanted to ask if she hated him, felt disgusted by his touch. Was she so reluctant? Would she refuse Addison in the same way? Probably not. She only showed him disgust.

These thoughts tormented him, his heart aching, threatening to burst. He nearly broke down.

Theodore pulled up his pants and left her side. She watched him, tears still in her eyes, but her gaze held something different. He simply walked away.

Little Bunny had felt his desire, his physical response, and never imagined he would leave like this. She felt a novel pain—hurting Theodore for the first time. Had she wounded his pride? He never allowed mistreatment, yet he'd been restraining himself around her lately.

The door slammed shut.

A sharp, inexplicable pain shot through Little Bunny's chest. She sat up, straightening her clothes, touching the places Theodore had touched, feeling the lingering heat. Afterward, she returned to the next room.

Theodore remained in the bathroom, washing himself repeatedly with cold water until the only sensation was a profound inner pain. Her tears had extinguished his immediate desire; he needed to calm himself, to stop hurting her.

He’d been in contact with Hannah recently. He’d used her as an excuse to avoid Little Bunny, to avoid hurting her, rather than truly following Hannah’s advice. He was dishonest in love.

Under the cold water, his own tears mingled with the stream. Finally, he emerged, composed himself, and left the bathroom.

Little Bunny was sitting in his room, in clean pajamas, clearly having showered. Theodore remained calm, holding no hope for her late-night presence. Wiping his damp hair, he said, "I was drunk, not thinking clearly. I offended you."

"I'm not angry," Little Bunny replied quickly. "I came to explain, in case you misunderstood. I know you were drunk."

Her words surprised him; he'd expected her hatred.

"I cried, but not from you touching me. I cried because you scared me when you lost control."

His heart pounded.

"Actually, I don't dislike you as much anymore," Little Bunny said, rising and approaching him. His hand, gripping the towel, trembled. "I know you've been enduring a lot, on the trip and now. Theodore, if you really want to, I can do it."

He looked at her, so close. Her fair skin, her slender neck… He couldn't resist the temptation; his intense sexual desire overwhelmed him.

"Are you sure?" he asked, his voice hoarse and low.