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.

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. Because of his unique and attractive temperament, and

last night?

glared at him with panic: "I won’t go to that hell place, I will

fear clearly, and

Charles decided to keep her? Not to send her

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

Charles was not so kind to help her, but for

still be sent to that horrible place after the ring is

said: "No, as long as you cooperate with

hope was

choose not to believe it."

"No, I do." If I didn't believe it, wasn't there even a glimmer of hope?

Ivanka said. Since there were so many professionals tried but failed yesterday. How could she

kiss her, while his hand lifted her chin up.