Domineering Love
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Chapter 368: Chapter 368 Chapter 368: Chapter 368 At night, the sea breeze gently blew, making the cabin feel particularly peaceful, save for the sound of footsteps echoing. As the door closed, at the other end of the corridor, a tall figure emerged from a room and headed towards a specific room. The person hesitated for a moment in front of the door but finally knocked on it.

“Knock knock—” The sound of knocking was not loud, but it echoed in the corridor.

The door opened, and a stream of light shone through the gap, illuminating the tall figure waiting in the corridor.

“Who is it?” Cherish Turner asked softly, curious who would be knocking at her door this late. However, her heart seemed to know the answer, feeling excited and beating fast.

But before she could see clearly who was at the door, a hand suddenly reached out and grabbed her wrist, pushing her into the room. The force was so great that it frightened her.

William Griffith, without a word, arrogantly held her hand, restraining her.

“What are you doing!” Cherish Turner finally saw who it was and confirmed her suspicions.

She intentionally lowered her voice, not wanting to disturb others. And he was actually only wearing a bathrobe and slippers to knock on her door?

“You…let me go, William Griffith. It’s late. I want to sleep…” Cherish Turner’s resistance was weak, but William Griffith ignored her.

Instead, he closed the door behind him. The room was dark, with no lights on. The moonlight cast a faint glow, outlining his handsome face, barely visible.

Cherish Turner was somewhat panicked, pretending to be calm but her voice shook slightly, “I need to sleep, if there’s anything, we can discuss it tomorrow!”

As Cherish Turner spoke, she walked towards the door to leave. Just as she grabbed the door handle, someone behind her rudely grabbed her arm and forcefully pulled her back before pressing her hard onto the sofa. William Griffith’s action showed no mercy or kindness, as if venting his anger.

“Cherish Turner!” William Griffith gritted his teeth and said her name, each word filled with gloom.

Their eyes met, and for a moment, neither spoke.

Pressing her down beneath him, William Griffith looked closely at her. She had not yet changed out of her clothes.