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!”

her the best, give her back to me.” Sam‘s eyes were firm. “I can treat your trash as a

“You wish.”

circled each other. “Stop fighting!” Gale shouted loudly, “Shawn! Stop it!” Shawn had

had already received two punches, was injured, and

strength

Sam will be beaten

Did you hear that? Stop, don‘t fight!” However, the more panicked Gale shouted, the more

Sam kneeling on one knee, unable to stand up, and at a complete disadvantage, Gale could not care less and

away from her face. Gale clearly saw the blue veins on the back of his hand.

“I won‘t!”

hit women!” Shawn‘s eyes

raised her head. “You

“Does it hurt?”

filled with monstrous

a feeling

also mixed with