Skeletons Of The Marital Closet

Chapter 97 Gale replied, “I didn‘t have anything romantic to do with him, and we didn‘t talk about work. It was just meeting a friend.”

“Friend?”

“Yes.” Shawn gritted his teeth. “Okay, stop being friends!” She was shocked. “Shawn you...”

He had already stepped in front of Sam, grabbed his collar, raised his fist, and slammed it down.

Heavy and harsh.

Sam‘s nose started to bleed.

Sam staggered backward before finally finding his footing, barely standing still. “How dare you hit me?” Sam wiped the blood. “Shawn, if you marry her, you should cherish her!”

“Since you know she is my woman, you should die as soon as possible!”

“But you don‘t love her! Why are you torturing her!” Shawn sneered. “This is between her and me. You don‘t get a turn to give us advice!”

you can‘t give her the best, give her back to me.” Sam‘s

“You wish.”

to counterattack with a backhand uppercut. The two quickly circled each other. “Stop fighting!” Gale shouted loudly, “Shawn! Stop it!” Shawn had practiced taekwondo, and he had a black

punches,

strength

Sam will be beaten

you hear that? Stop, don‘t fight!” However, the more panicked Gale shouted, the more ruthless Shawn was, showing no mercy at

up, and at

in front of Sam. Shawn’s fist was only one centimeter away from her face. Gale clearly

“I won‘t!”

don’t hit women!” Shawn‘s eyes were cold. “Don‘t

her head. “You can‘t hit him

“Does it hurt?”

was filled

was a feeling of

also mixed