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.

it seemed that he still hadn't learned his

is a wh*re. On the outside, she looks pure, but the truth is that

finish, his feet

"Argh!"

dead silence in the

Lucille grabbed Wayne's neck with one hand and forcefully lifted him up from the ground and

were bloodshot and

on his forehead began bulging. He looked like a dying fish, struggling pathetically. He

in the slightest. Her expression was

memories that she didn't want to recall appeared in front of her one after another. They were like ferocious demons, like an endless trap of darkness, pulling

a dead end. However, there were people chasing them all around. When two of them tried to

never forget that night in the shabby little courtyard when there were no stars in the sky. Annabelle, with her disheveled hair, shook her head and looked at the sky.

willing to bear all the suffering. Come at me! I'm not

turn all the suffering I

of her life... God,

Lucille's eyes turned bloodshot.