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.

spiritless eyes betrayed no hint of emotion

at the top of his lungs, “My hand! It’s dislocated!”

eyes flashed red with

the man and ordered, “What are you all doing? Give these people

one is allowed to bully my wife,” he demanded fiercely. “Who else wants to know what it’s like to have your hands dislocated?”

the faces of the people standing up for Vivian

was the most muscular man in

even made him shriek in

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capable of defeating this

over. “Target the woman!” she commanded.

wouldn’t be able to help

courage to those too scared to stand up to Damien and help

to the girl behind him! After all, there were so many of them. How could he help her if he

a matter of seconds, they started to

tightly, her hands gripping the handle of Damien’s wheelchair. “Damien, what should I do?” her

see every inch of their movements

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

thunder rumbled across the skies as if to emphasize the weight

to their spots while the brave

surrounded, no one dared to