Chapter 71
Caroline, You Better Be Clean!
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David narrowed his eyes when Caroline remained motionless. “So, you want me to handle this myself?”
Fine by him, as she just had to lie there while he took control.
A simple touch would tell him all he needed to know.
Gripping both of Caroline’s wrists and pinning them above her head, David swiftly unfastened her nightgown.
The faint fragrance of her recent bath lingered on her skin, momentarily distracting him.
A surge of desire flared within, but he quickly crushed it with reason.
If she had already been taken by another man, claiming her now would only repulse him.
A woman in his life had to be pure, no exceptions.
Caroline lay flat on the bed, eyes fixed on the ceiling, drowning in humiliation.
She ceased resisting, knowing it was futile.
“David…” Her voice trembled. “You don’t need to do this.”
“Oh?”
“Even if you check, suspicion will linger between us. If I’m innocent, you’ll still doubt me. If I’m not, you’ll only grow angrier.”
David’s gaze hardened. “Answer me, are you a virgin?”
“I am.”
Caroline responded without hesitation, knowing even the slightest pause would doom her.
The truth of her pregnancy or that night with Nash at the hotel couldn’t come to light. The consequences were unthinkable.
David’s expression remained stoic. “Your words mean nothing. I need proof.”
He stripped her fully, tossing her clothing aside.
Caroline bit her lip hard, goosebumps rising on her skin.
She couldn’t bear this invasion, being treated like a possession.
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Chapter 71 Caroline, You Better Be Clean!
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If Elizabeth had dared to accuse her, there had to be some truth, or so he believed.
Caroline, you better be clean!
Caroline quivered, instinctively trying to close her legs, only for him to force them apart.
“Wait!” she shouted just in time. “I don’t know what lies you’ve heard, but if you must check, I have one condition.”
“Speak.”
“Bring an experienced older woman to conduct it,” she said firmly. “I can’t accept your method.”
David’s eyes narrowed. “I’m your husband.”
“We’ve never consummated anything,” Caroline countered, clutching the corner of the pillow. “I refuse for my first time to happen like this. If you doubt me, let a woman handle it. That’s the only way I’ll agree.”
He scrutinized her, expression unreadable.
“The woman will be someone you trust,” she added. “That’s my final request.”
It felt like an ancient ritual, as if she were a maiden undergoing scrutiny for a king’s approval. She felt helpless, humiliated, and tormented by the ordeal.
After a tense silence, David relented. “Fine.”
Caroline exhaled shakily, turning her face away to press silent tears into the pillow.
Moments later, David left, and an elderly woman, thin and in her seventies, briskly entered the room.