Mommy，We Got a Husband by Doris

Chapter 17 If You Can't Moan, I'll Teach You!

"I can't," said Galatea internally, her panic rising.

"You can't?" Alaric looked at her with disdain. "No boyfriend? You're not very good at your little tricks."

What a vicious man, so quick with his words!

"You bastard!" Galatea was seething with rage.

"Last time you came to my place, wasn't it to ask for a favor? This is how you ask for help. Moan, and the louder, the better!" Alaric thrust towards her again, causing pain. Her breasts were in the grasp of his hands. "Yes, that's it. Moan like that."

"It hurts, you jerk!" Galatea was convinced she had encountered a psycho, and her cries echoed out where Orion could hear them.

There was a woman inside his room? How could this be? Was Alaric breaking things off not because of Caspian but because there was another woman?

The pain felt like her nipples were about to be crushed. How could this man be so rough? "It hurts. Let go!" Galatea struggled desperately.

"It seems you truly don't know how." Alaric frowned at her poor attempts, his lips curling into a sly, cold smile that carried a hint of defiance. "Didn't you have a child? You don't know even this bit?"

if he looked down, he could see things he shouldn't. She quickly positioned her clothes, covering what shouldn't be

with a seductive smile, she asked, "Indeed, I don't

lifted her chin with assertive yet calculated gentleness, basking in her beauty while contemplating the sultry cleverness hidden behind her naive facade. With a hint of a smirk playing on his lips,

seemed habitual, "You've got it wrong again. I just wanted you to show me... teach me how to

sentence, Galatea swiftly grabbed Alaric's arm and bit

drawing a tense furrow in Alaric's

felt like she almost pierced through his arm. Only then did she release him, looking

was palpable, his forearm now bore distinct marks of her teeth, and a bulging vein throbbed

but now his glaring eyes were filled with a bloodthirst that sent shivers down her spine. Galatea couldn't bear to

crying, her voice hoarse, but no matter how much she knocked, Alaric wouldn't open

demanded, "Orion, what on earth are you doing? You're a public figure. Have you thought about the consequences if the paparazzi caught this?" Seeing Cormac ignited Orion's anger, "Aren't you my brother after all, Cormac?" she retorted, "Alaric's got another woman in the room, and you're criticizing me instead of helping?" "You need to sit down and

Aren't you going to

doing here?" Harry arrived, having finished his

you that. Why aren't you

hotel just to get away from her." "You insolent kid, is that woman

to Cormac, feigning fear,

kid. Don't be so harsh. Caspian, don't be afraid. I won't let

my old man get some rest tonight, or else I'll just come home with you. You can just text him." Before Cormac could reply, Harry began to wheedle, "Please? I have

moment. Was this

aloof and would