Blood Oath: Forever Yours

Her tone was full of self-depraved frivolity and indifference as if she had already used her identity as a “tool”.

Lawrence paused his movements.

Her words were like a bucket of water poured down from his head. The man’s face turned cold in an instant.

He grabbed Charlotte’s neck hard. With reddened eyes, he looked at her, gritting his teeth.

“Charlotte Garcia!”

Charlotte bit her lower lip hard. Although she couldn’t help trembling under his hand, she still looked up at him with a faint smile.

“Mr. Harris, what are you so angry about? As your tool, I’m doing what I ought to do and get ready. Why are you so mad?”

Lawrence’s eyebrows twitched violently.

He knew that she had done it on purpose.

She deliberately humiliated herself and provoked him.

Good job! Awesome!

The next second, the man suddenly stood up and kicked the wheelchair, which bumped onto the wall not far from him fiercely.

his eyes in

are so sure about what you are, I’ll

the buttons of his shirt. Gritting his teeth, he dragged Charlotte’s arm and tossed her on

was a click from

hair without any mercy

me how you

suddenly blanketed

knelt there motionlessly with her stiffened body. Her shoulders faintly heaved. The next second, her

She was crying.

slightly. A stream of suffocation rushed to his

crystal tears on the girl’s pale side face. The next

Click.

lights in the room

hand, violently dragged her

stripped her, grabbed her chin hard, and kissed her while getting into her

her eyes, waiting for the

to her

were gentle and his movements

like true lovers -- they hugged each other face-to-face,