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.

of him was not

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

a trembling voice, "If... I said no, would

let go of her chin and ordered, "Take off your clothes."

Ivanka clutched her pajamas tightly. This 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

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

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

been stripped. She struggled with shame and anger, "Charles Nangong! How can you bully a weak woman like

her, and while occupying her body without tenderness, he whispered coldly in her ear, "I hope you are the right

heart, just like them? Who were they referring to? Were they his six dead wives who could not survive

blurred face in front of her with horror, gritted her teeth tightly,