Skeletons Of The Marital Closet

Chapter 8

Jenny stomped her feet and said, “Why are you defending this woman!” “Because she’s my wife!” Shawn’s eyes were colder than a knife’s. “If I don’t protect her, who do you expect me to protect? Do you expect me to protect you instead?” Jenny looked at Gale with jealousy. Gale could not express how she really felt on the inside. The reason why Shawn was so angry was that… the only person who could bully and humiliate her was him. No matter how much he hated her and wanted to torture her, he won’t let others do it. He had to do it himself. Shawn sounded like he really cared about her, but she knew it was not true. Just as she was deep in thought, Shawn picked her up in his arms. Gale exclaimed and hooked her arms around his neck subconsciously. Realizing that this gesture was too intimate, she quickly let go. Shawn said coldly with an indifferent expression, “You should be glad she wasn’t injured. Jenny, I’ll punish you on behalf of your family! Go back home and think about what you have done for a month! You are grounded!” “Paula!” He said to Paula, “Don’t even think about getting a cent of your living expenses this year!” For Paula, this was the most painful punishment. After she married Shawn’s father, she lived a luxurious life. Even if Shawn’s father died, she could receive an exorbitant living expense from the family fund every month. Shawn cut off her one year’s funding all of a sudden. She was so used to spending money. How can she survive? “No, that’s the money your dad gave me.” “Two years!” “Shawn, y…you…” “Three years!” Shawn always kept to his word. Paula and Jenny’s life was in ruins. After returning to Temperley Hall, the housekeeper saw Gale’s disheveled appearance and asked, “Ms. Gale, you are…” “It’s nothing. It looks bad, but I’m not hurt.” Shawn sat on the sofa and tugged his tie. “You’re not hurt? What’s about the palm of your hand?” Gale was taken aback. It turned out that he had discovered it long ago. “Apart from causing me trouble, what else can you do?” Shawn looked at her with deep eyes. “I punish Paula and Jenny for you. Are you proud?” She quickly waved her hand. “N…No.” He sneered and said, “Gale, no one can touch your face. If it is to be scratched… it will only be done by me in person!” Shawn looked at the fruit knife on the coffee table. Gale shivered a little late. “What are you waiting