Female Novel
Chapter 1141
But he never anticipated that the casual observation he started with would soon turn into a growing
fascination. By the time he realized he was too close to Cornelia, his lips had already made the first
move before his mind could catch up.
Cornelia was surprised for a moment. Then she blushed and closed her eyes, not showing any signs of
rejection.
On their first night together, Omar had to prepare himself mentally. He kept telling himself that he didn't
need to take responsibility for her. After all, a woman living under these circumstances must have slept
with countless men just to survive.
But the moment he entered her, she cried out in pain.
Omar froze, looking at her in disbelief.
The first words she uttered were, “Omar, you'll marry me someday, right?”
Of course, he wouldn't marry her. He frequented her house mostly to have some fun, to vent out his
dark emotions, and to see how this family struggled to survive.
How could he possibly marry her? Yet, her eyes bore the same stubbornness as they did when her
fingers were brutally mutilated.
He remained silent. She clung onto his neck.
“Say something. Will you marry me?”
“Cornelia, I'm broke.”
His voice went hoarse as he continued to kiss her neck.
“I don't need money. I just want your love. We can deliver pizzas together. As long as we work hard, we
can have a good life.”
Omar had seen a lot of filth in human nature in the city of Greenfield. No one had ever claimed they
didn't care about money.
Money and power were what men chase all their life, but a woman could give up everything for love.
At that moment, he didn't feel moved, rather he pitied for women.
It was no wonder good women were always taken for granted. Their expectations from men were really
too low.
Love was all they wanted. But love could be easily be feigned.
“Alright, I will marry you.”
Because of this offhand promise, she instantly cheered up and started insisting that she wasn't in pain
anymore.
Afterwards, on many occasions, he would bring women to bed. He used to look down on women, but
he discovered that with Cornelia, it was genuinely enjoyable.
He didn't have any other women. He thought he was just addicted to the physical intimacy between
men and women. But when he tried it with other women, he couldn't go through with it. It disgusted
him.
He liked the way Cornelia looked at him with those sparkling eyes, full of affection and hope. It was as
if she could save a man who was buried in darkness.
She was too pure, unlike him, his hands were drenched in blood.
What started as cold indifference and disdain turned into a slight stirring of emotion. Her love gave him
a lot of confidence, making him believe he could trample on this relationship as he pleased.
The once pure and innocent Cornelia was already killed by him.
She was killed countless times.
Now, clutching his head, he saw the marks left by other men on her neck. He asked what could a
singer possibly give her, but what had he ever given her?
Wealth and luxury?
He lied about being a pizza delivery guy, so he could only give her a few hundred dollars.
Compared to what she lost, these few hundred dollars were dirt cheap. After all, Alma's monthly
allowance was in the hundreds of thousands.
Omar truly regretted it. He grabbed Cornelia, intending to take her into the elevator, but she continued
to resist.
But a woman's strength could never match a man's. She was still in her loose pajamas, which couldnovelbin
easily reveal too much.
He took off his suit jacket and wrapped her in it.
"Cornelia, come with me."
Once outside the hotel, Cornelia looked at the dark sky and chuckled.
“Omar, I do need a favor from you. See that pharmacy over there? Could you get me some emergency
contraceptive pills? He was in a rush earlier and forgot to use protection.”
Her tone was casual, as she sat down on a nearby chair.
Omar froze, staring at her in disbelief. But the expression on her face was too calm, as if she was
talking about the beautiful weather.
A minute passed. Cornelia saw that he wasn't moving, so she got up, planning to buy it herself.
Omar grabbed her arm, holding it tightly.
Cornelia felt as if her wrist was about to break from his grip. His voice was shaky, “I’ll buy it. Just stay
here.”
Then he strode towards the pharmacy without a backward glance.
Cornelia sat down, watching his retreating figure and let out a cold snort.
It took Omar half an hour to return.
He held a box of contraceptive pills in his hand, placed it on the nearby stone table, and also brought a
cup of warm water.
There were even a few packs of condoms.
Without hesitation, Cornelia stuffed the condoms into her pajama pocket, “Mr. Casson, you're very
thoughtful. I needed these.”
Omar didn't say anything. He just pushed the cup of warm water towards her, “The pharmacist said the
side effects of these pills are minimal.”
Cornelia raised an eyebrow and swallowed the pills.