Love At The Wrong Table
Chapter 177
Chapter 177
If she hasn’t gone crazy, it just means she’s just an ungrateful, evil wr*tch!
Ryder had always been bad with his words, so he could never scold anyone
like Abellyn did. Instead, he kept silent and swatted her bottom.
Even though Ryder was worried he could hurt her and bring shame to the
family, he still hit her with all his might, trying to vent all his anger.
Smack!
“Ahh!”
Smack!
“Ahh!”
Abellyn cried out in pain each time he hit her. “I dare you to kill me now,
Ryder! Otherwise, don’t even think about sleeping from now on. I’ll make sure
to stab you to death once you’re asleep, you worthless man! You’re just a
pauper who coveted my beauty!”
The more she scolded, the more furious Ryder became.
He didn’t know how to retort to her words and only knew how to fight back
with his hands. The man kept on hitting her on her butt and it had swollen up.
to kill me, doesn’t she? I’ll
“Ahhh!”
became louder each time. She
from him but to no
that moment that she began regretting her choices. I
and acted on my own. I wouldn’t have been beaten
hands with
are
alerted the boy, and Tommy cried in shock
the
with a
relentlessly. Such a scene would definitely traumatize
for the rest of his
instantly let go of
not, however, expect the woman to be so malicious that she
this chance
did
W
dumb he was, Ryder finally saw Abellyn for who
for whatever bond they had in the
right in front of
him right in the thigh. However, he did not cry out in
gave her a slap across
pain as she collapsed onto the
closer to her when she turned to look,
she got onto
away.
b*tch! I’m going to kill
About Love At The Wrong Table - Chapter 177
Love At The Wrong Table is the best current series of the author Emmanuel Lowe. With the below Chapter 177 content will make us lost in the world of love and hatred interchangeably, despite all the tricks to achieve the goal without any concern for the other half, and then regret. late. Please read chapter Chapter 177 and update the next chapters of this series at novelebook.com