Boss, Your Ex-Wife is Unreachable Now! novel Chapter 265

Lionel had no idea where he was. His memory flickered in and out, everything around him blurring into a strange, dreamlike haze.

He was still a virgin.

So, naturally, he was clumsy and unsure.

Even in this fevered, half-dream state, he moved with painstaking care, terrified of hurting the woman beneath him.

Yet his body and mind were already strung so tight they could snap—he was desperate for release.

But before he could figure out how to let go, a bolt of pain shot through his shoulder, slicing through the fog in his head and leaving him suddenly, painfully lucid.

Juliette tasted blood, metallic and sharp in her mouth, but she didn’t let go, not until she felt Lionel’s grip on her loosen.

She didn’t know where the strength came from, but she used every ounce of it to shove the human volcano on top of her away, praying it would work this time.

God, finally—she managed it!

There was no time to savor her victory. She tumbled off the couch, scrambled to her feet, and put as much space as possible between herself and this dangerously unpredictable man.

No staff had come into the private lounge—clearly someone had made sure of that beforehand.

Juliette couldn’t tell if that was lucky or not.

On one hand, at least no one had witnessed what happened. On the other, she was completely on her own—there would be no help coming. She’d have to save herself.

Thank God she’d gotten away.

Clutching her rumpled blouse over her chest, Juliette retreated to a far corner to put herself back together.

Her hands shook as she did up her buttons, fumbling them more than once before finally managing to close her shirt. Her skirt, thank heavens, had only been pushed up around her waist—it wasn’t torn.

She worked out, so she was strong for her size, but Lionel’s brute strength had made her realize just how vast the difference between men and women could be.

The only thing she could do now was get him to a hospital—fast.

When the call connected, Juliette shouted across the room, “Careful! Don’t cut an artery, or you’ll lose your hand!”

Lionel had always believed he was dreaming. He’d had this nightmare so many times before—always waking up at the worst possible moment.

But this time, it felt real. For a second, he’d almost been glad, until—

He didn’t want to face what was happening, so he squeezed his eyes shut and hacked at his arm with the glass, desperate to drown himself in pain.

But Juliette’s shout broke through his trance. His hand stilled mid-slice.

She didn’t hate him?

She was actually worried about whether he’d lose his hand?