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.

woman in front of him was not her, he still married her.

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

seconds before replying with a trembling voice, "If... I said no, would you

go of her chin and ordered, "Take off

man was so terrible that she didn't want to have sex with him. In panic, she turned and fumbled down the other side of the bed. However, Charles was a step ahead of her, grasping the corner of her pajamas with

his fists! Don't pull my clothes!" Ivanka struggled to get rid of him, and got out of bed quickly.

of the bed to her, grabbed one of her arms and violently smashed her back onto the bed, then pressed her and pulled off her

been stripped. She struggled with shame and anger, "Charles Nangong! How can

by her threats and struggles, his sturdy body pressed against her, and while occupying her body without tenderness, he whispered coldly in her

chill in her heart, just like them? Who were they referring to? Were they his six dead wives who could

stared at the blurred face in front of her with horror, gritted her teeth