Finding Love in the Boss’s Embrace After Divorce

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Chapter 1129 Biting His Finger

Alivia was already feeling cold all over, in a daze, and completely unaware of the movements behind her. It was

only when Owen kicked her that she regained some consciousness, her vision blurry for a moment, and after a

while, it gradually cleared up.

As soon as she opened her eyes, she saw a face with a scar across it. Her pupils shrank, and she instinctively

shrank back.

"You're not dead yet." Owen chuckled; his mouth still smeared with the greasiness from the meal earlier. He raised

his hand and touched Alivia's somewhat dirty face, giving it a firm pat. "Are you hungry?"

His rough fingers rubbed against her skin, and Alivia felt a sense of nausea and disgust. She turned her head to

avoid him, her big eyes staring at him with vigilance and fear.

"Quite feisty, huh?" Her actions seemed to excite Owen. Instead of stopping, he became even more reckless,

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smearing his hand all over her face, from her forehead down to her nose, and finally, his swollen fingers traced

towards her lips. In Alivia's eyes, a flash of fierceness appeared. Like a cornered rabbit, she fiercely opened her

mouth and bit down hard on his finger.

"Ah!" Owen screamed in agony. He didn't expect her to bite him without any warning suddenly. She clamped down

on his index finger with full force, showing no mercy at all. Her teeth pierced through the flesh, immediately

creating a gash, and dark red blood oozed out, a shocking sight.

Owen struggled to get up, but he had to bend down because of the bite. He raised his hand and smashed it hard on

her head. "Damn bitch, how dare you bite me? Let go, let go of me!"

With her head lowered, Alivia's teeth were clenched tightly, showing no signs of loosening. Her clear and distinct

black-and-white eyes now appeared crimson.

Bit him to death! Bite him to death!

Her head was hit several times, each one stronger than the last, but she couldn't feel anything anymore. Her mind

was filled with one belief. With her hands and feet tied, she could only bite him with her mouth. Those filthy hands

were so disgusting even a slight touch from him felt unbearable.

The feelings of extreme suppression and fear that had been building up for several hours were ignited by the sight

of blood at this moment.

She didn't even have time to think about the consequences. It was an animal's instinctive reaction.

Owen felt like his finger was about to break from the bite. He didn't even need to look to know that his finger was

badly mutilated and bone-deep.

His face was messed up because of what Bert had done. He didn't want to lose another finger!

Thinking of this, his eyes turned red in an instant. Regardless of the consequences, he took out the phone in his

pocket and hit Alivia hard on the forehead.

With a muffled thud, the sound of a blunt object striking flesh and bone. The pain was imaginable just by listening.

Alivia only felt a sharp pain in her forehead. The next second, the pain spread throughout her head, and then the

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sharp pain passed, leaving only the feeling of numbness.

Her mouth unconsciously loosened, and her body fell limply to the ground.

Everything returned to calm.

Owen quickly pulled his finger out of her mouth, which was still tainted with her saliva. The mixture of saliva and

blood was even more horrifying to behold. He attempted to bend his finger joints, but there was no response. His

finger seemed no longer under his control.

Was it broken?

Suddenly, he became afraid, even ignoring the woman on the floor with a swollen lump on her forehead. He cursed

and quickly turned around, heading out to deal with his injured finger.

The two men who followed in looked at each other. One of them slowly squatted down and raised his hand to touch

Alivia's nose. Her weak breath sprayed on his fingertips, and he breathed a sigh of relief.

"Fortunately, she's not dead yet!"

"Really?"

"It's true. She's still panting!"

"That's good."

The two of them looked around at the dark cement room and walked out quickly without saying anything else.

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