Sweet Wife in Hidden Marriage

Her anger was taken place by fear at this moment. She wanted to run away, only to be grabbed by the man's big hand on the shoulder. Then she fell hard on the bed again.

The tough woman is now shaking her head strongly with tears out of her eyes. There was nothing but a name in her mind, "Archibald".

Fear and anger were pulling her. In the faint moving figures, she didn't even recognize who had come and who carried her in the arms. The strong arms made her feel safe and comfortable. She grabbed the fancy fabrics of a suit. It was cold, and cold enough to ease the burning pain in her heart.

Lilian felt she was all wet, and she didn't know if it was sweats or water. A coldness suddenly came to her. She signed and opened her eyes, only to find herself in a bathtub. Cold water kept patting her chest.

The clothes on her body were gone. A man turned her head over and pressed his cold lips on hers. She was so obsessed with anything that was cold. So she opened her mouth and let his tongue in. The water surged over the top of her head. Then the man churned everything.

She could barely open her eyes and the fire of fury was still scorching her since. The man's tongue was taking away most of her insufferable pain. Subconsciously, she grabbed his sturdy shoulders, hoping that he would suck all pains away.

Suddenly, the water surrounding her was gone, and so was the coldness. She was about to protest, but the man's lips were still on hers. Her body had been opened, and something intruded in. She almost blacked out under the pain. Tears rolled down off her cheeks as she bit on the man's shoulder. The burning heat and pain seemed to have been taken away and flooded out of her body.

That felt like a roller coaster. She had been through ups and downs. It was thrilling, and also exhausting.

When everything calmed down, she woke up and felt a gentle hug and a cold kiss on her forehead. She felt as if she had been rescued out of an oven. She couldn't help leaning to that peaceful hug.

Lilian's curled eyelashes were quivered slightly. She moaned

time soon. Under the soft bed sheets, she was wearing nothing. The memory pieces about what happened last night flashed

face crossed her mind. She saw four strange figures, heard dirty laughter. She couldn't get

intruded in her

saw her dress and underwear thrown randomly on the floor. She could smell alcohol and perfume in this

slid down and exposed her shoulders, on which there were distinct hickeys. At that moment, she was dumbfounded,

man in a white and tidy shirt and dark pants wearing a

inch. He was as vigorous and spirited as ever. Her arched lips collapsed when she saw the man's face. She couldn't believe this was she was

over

all of a sudden. Her first reaction was trying to grab something near her.

away! Don't come over!" As she spoke out, she meltdown and her tears streamed out of her eyes. She felt so ashamed to standing in front of him. She felt herself

cuddled herself in the quilt and trembled uncontrollably. She hugged herself and couldn't help crying. She bit her

his forehead. He breathed deeply because he had run into his fearest situation. He looked at the bulging on the bed and listened to the weeping of the woman. He was

out." He tried to pull the man out of the

embarrassed. She felt it was a stain in her life, and she

understand why she cared about those things so much, and why she was so afraid to face