Don't Try to Escape, My Wife!

The more Olivia thought, the angrier she became. She directly gulped down all the liquor. Then she blacked out.

The box was filled with a strong alcohol smell. A figure gently pushed the door of her box open. Seeing that Olivia was sitting on the floor after getting hammered, he shook his head.

He walked up to lift Olivia and put her on the bed. Then he picked up the empty liquor bottles around the bed, afraid that she would trip over after getting up.

After tidying up the room, the man stood in front of Olivia. Looking at how suffered she looked, he felt sorry for her.

“Eww--”

Olivia suddenly felt that her stomach was turning. Instantly, she lay prone on the edge of the bed, retching.

The man rushed to the bathroom to get a basin. He put it under the bed and patted her on the back gently.

Suddenly, Olivia was a bit taken aback. Then she collapsed mentally.

“Fuck off, Jacob Brown!”

She pushed away from the man in front of her, crying hoarsely.

In the past, when she got drunk at dinner parties, Jacob always took care of her like this. However, she knew that Jacob couldn’t show up here.

He was still in the detention house.

The pang in her heart that she had tried her best to suppress surged up again. She felt pain all over, and even all her cells were shivering.

“Why are you still haunting me down after I’m drunk? What’s the use of caring about me after hurting me? Save your trick! I won’t buy it! Just leave!”

Olivia roared hoarsely.

The man’s eyes were filled with complications and concerns.

He got Olivia a glass of hydromel, but Olivia knocked it over.

planned to dump me already. Why do you still care about me? I have nothing to do with you no matter I’m dead or

turned around, lifted his foot, and walked to the

leaving, Olivia suddenly stood up for some reason. She hugged

Tell me what I should do! Since it happened until now, I’ve been suffering all the time. I always wonder what I will be like tomorrow. Without you, the bed is empty, the pot is cold, and the whole house is like an ice cellar. I feel so cold.

the man’s back, burning his skin

the

apology. What is the use of hundreds of, thousands of, or even tens of thousands of apologies? I want you only.

“I...”

around. Before he spoke, Olivia

eagerly and impatiently, with a

was taken

Kent, sober

right now. She held the man tightly. While kissing him passionately, she started tearing

you. I truly miss you. Don’t turn

passionately. The man

dodging from me? You don’t love me anymore, do you? Who do you like? Julissa Caldwell? Is it because she can give you a baby but I

down on their bodies like stringless beads. They soaked their

like what

you want me? You even don’t want to touch me, do you? You are so determined to divorce me and dump me, aren’t you? Since it is so, why would you have gone to the cemetery and carried me on your back to

was like an aggrieved child.

as lifeless as the Dead

to her and whispered, “I want you. I always

smiled. She wrapped her arms around the man’s neck and

any longer, falling on the queen-sized bed.

Olivia woke up, it was

felt a strong migraine as if her head was

herself up and wanted to get up. However,

familiar with this kind

the same way every time after she had made love

she had clothes on, she didn’t think she had made a mistake. Some broken scenes appeared in her mind