My Weak Wife Is a Real Goddess

Chapter 64

The pressure those words carried was immense.

The storm in Lucille's eyes was about to burst forth. Her usually calm face was covered with a layer of frost.

Wayne was stunned. It was the first time that Lucille had taken the initiative to talk to him, so he said with a cheeky smile, "Annabelle Johnson, the actress who was once famous all over the country. She was crowned as the most beautiful theater actress in Dilsburg. Later on, everyone knew her as a b*tch. Hahaha!"

Smash!

Before Wayne could say anything more, his nose suffered a heavy punch.

Countless exclamations could be heard all around.

Wayne had been beaten so badly that his nose was bleeding. When he came back to his senses and was about to start cursing people out, someone grabbed his collar, and Lucille's stunning, eye-catching face was right in front of him.

"You'd better clean that mouth of yours," she warned.

Lucille was exuding a dangerous aura as if someone had tested her limits.

that he still hadn't learned

Wayne's initial shock, he immediately sneered and said even more harshly, "You don't want me to say it? I'll say it again, then. Everyone knows Annabelle is a wh*re. On the outside, she looks pure, but the

feet suddenly rose into

"Argh!"

silence in the

Lucille grabbed Wayne's neck with one hand and forcefully lifted

eyes were bloodshot and filled

of oxygen. The blue veins on his forehead began bulging. He looked like a dying fish, struggling pathetically. He tried

not react in the slightest. Her expression was cold and

another. They were like ferocious demons, like an endless trap of darkness, pulling her into the abyss bit by bit. It felt as if she had been

choice but to hide at a dead end. However, there were people chasing them all around. When two of them tried to surround Lucille, Annabelle with her motherly strength, held up an axe in front of her. She began slaughtering those people, causing

in the shabby little courtyard when there were no stars in the sky. Annabelle, with

suffering. Come at me! I'm not afraid of anything. In fact, maybe I haven't suffered enough yet,"

in my life, so please turn all the suffering I have suffered into a little bit of luck

of her life... God,

Lucille's eyes turned bloodshot.