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.

in bed and glanced around until she saw a tall figure standing in front of her bed. Although she couldn’t see clearly, feelings of the indifferent temperament stole over her, which reminded her it belonged to Charles.

hospital last night? Why

go to that hell

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

Charles decided to keep her? Not to send her away?

ring is token off." Charles told the last

again. She knew the evil Charles was not

I still be sent to that horrible place after the ring is taken off?" Ivanka stared at him.

shook his head and said: "No, as long as you cooperate with me well, and when the ring is

“Really?” Ivanka's extinguished hope

not to

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

there were so many professionals tried but

and bent to kiss her, while his hand lifted