The Seventh Bride

Charles Nangong finally stepped forward towards the big bed, while when Ivanka Bai saw him walking towards her, she instinctively shrank into the middle of the big bed.

Charles stood in front of her, looking down at her condescendingly, his voice was as cold as himself, "I heard that you can cure my illness?"

Ivanka opened her mouth. She can cure his illness? What does it mean?

She didn't even believe it herself, but he actually believed it?

"I'm asking you." Charles leaned forward, clasped her chin with his jade-like slender fingers and lifted her up, forcing her to look at himself.

For a moment, he saw the shadow of the woman in her eyes. He felt that way when he first looked at the photo. Because of this, he agreed to the old madam's arrangement to marry her.

in front of him was

In the dark night, she could not see his face clearly, but was shocked by the two beams of light in his eyes.

before replying with a trembling voice, "If... I said

suddenly let go of her

she turned and fumbled down the other side of the bed. However, Charles was a step ahead of her, grasping

"A gentleman uses his tongue but not his fists! Don't pull my clothes!" Ivanka struggled to get rid of him, and got out

around from the end of the bed to her, grabbed one of her arms and violently smashed her back onto the bed,

Ivanka suddenly felt her skin cool and knew that she had been stripped. She struggled with shame and anger,

by her threats and struggles, his sturdy body pressed against her, and while occupying her body without tenderness, he whispered coldly in her ear, "I hope you are the right person this

to his words with a huge chill in her heart, just like them? Who were they referring to? Were they his six dead wives who could not survive the

of her with horror, gritted