The Seventh Bride

Ivanka Bai had been confined to the gloomy cell in the backyard for the whole day. Even though groups of experts tried to take her ring off, they all failed.

They had tried every way, but the ring was still on Ivanka’s finger, which was tortured to be numbed by them.

She was still in her last night pajamas, and her peaceful sleeping face was so beautiful. When Charles Nangong skimmed over the two faint tooth marks on her left wrist, he paused to stare at them, and finally moved to her ring finger.

The gold ring with jet was glimmering in the darkness.

Charles couldn’t help but bend to hold her little hand. However, Ivanka curling in the bed, suddenly shrank her hand off Charles’ hand, before his next move.

Charles’ big hands froze in mid-air for a while before pulling back and standing up.

Ivanka slowly opened her eyes, only seeing the darkness.

"Awake?" Charles stared at her and asked calmly.

see clearly, feelings of the indifferent temperament stole over her, which reminded her it

the hospital last night? Why he

"I won’t go to that hell

Charles didn’t see her fear clearly, and said with an indifferent smile, "I decided you could stay

keep her? Not

"...Until the ring is token off." Charles told the last half of

hope was extinguished once again. She knew the evil Charles was not so

still be sent to that horrible place after

Charles shook his head and said: "No, as long as you cooperate with me

hope

not to believe

believe it, wasn't there even a glimmer of hope? So, she’d rather

"But......I can't take the ring off." Ivanka said. Since there were so many professionals tried but failed yesterday. How could she take it off?

bent to kiss her, while his hand