The Cherished Wife

Even though Sean was the most pleasant among the four of them, it was also true that not even Steven would be a match for him when he decided to unleash his merciless viciousness.

"How could anything else be more important than reminiscing together!" Sean said, a warm smile on his face as he took his white coat off and readjusted the shirt he was wearing beneath it. Then, he added, "Why don't we head to our usual spot? We can also discuss what you brought up in-depth there!" "I... I didn't say anything!" Layla was scared out of her mind now. The 'usual spot' Sean was referring to was her personal hell, a place she never wanted to step foot in for the rest of her life.

Layla took several steps backward. "No, you can't treat me this way, Sean Smith. I am Jordan's wife. You can't do this to me!"

"Wife?" Sean tugged at his tie, a seemingly harmless smile on his face as he said, "I think Jordan should be thanking me. Having a wife like you would be one of the most troublesome things he's ever had to deal with!" The expression on his face turned frosty as he spoke. "My time is precious. Other people have to wait until I'm in the mood for them before they get to see me, but you're turning me down when I'm personally extending you an invitation?"

"Don't you dare, Sean Smith. I'm Charles' sister. I..."

bring his arm down swiftly. His movements were so fast that Layla did not even have time

reached a leg out to kick Layla's arm

at Layla. In the end, he gritted his teeth and knitted his eyebrows even more closely together as he picked Layla up. It was so f*cking disgusting! He would have to disinfect his entire

a bone-chilling coldness surrounding her. It was an extremely

open, and her body began trembling when

"Let me out!"

then that Layla realized her hands

is illegal! The Langford family will

screaming in the dark room without