Marrying the Man in the Dark

Chapter 173 A Dark Blue Silhouette

His hands froze in mid-air as they were caught hold of by someone.

The man sitting in the wheelchair bore an air of calmness.

His long fingers were wrapped tightly around the other man’s wrist.

The other man’s forehead scrunched into a deep scowl. His muscles started to tense up as he tried to pull away.

But his hands were caught in place under Damien’s grip.

“Honey!”

Vivian’s eyes widened in shock at the sight before her.

Her husband was a trainer at the local gym. Every muscle was perfectly sculpted and toned.

No one in town was stronger than her husband.

But the man in the wheelchair, with a firm grip on his arm, stopped him from hitting Cherise.

A glob of sweat trickled down his temple.

betrayed no hint of emotion as he suddenly

the top of his lungs, “My hand! It’s

red with

and ordered, “What are you all doing? Give

wife,” he

standing up for Vivian took

husband was the most muscular man

him shriek in

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else was capable of defeating

face clouded over. “Target the woman!” she commanded.

He wouldn’t be able to

boomed through the surroundings, giving courage to those too scared to stand

fear Damien, but they could get to the girl behind him! After all, there were so many of them. How could he

matter of seconds, they started to swarm

the handle of Damien’s wheelchair. “Damien, what should

he could see every inch of their movements through the

environment can indeed bring out the worst in people,” he said. “But don’t you all have parents and children to protect at home? Are you sure karma won’t get to you

clap of thunder rumbled across the skies as if to emphasize the weight of his words.

rooted to their spots while the brave ones

surrounded, no one dared to hit Damien.