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.

he still hadn't learned

a wh*re. On the outside, she looks

his feet suddenly rose into the

"Argh!"

was dead silence in

with one hand and forcefully lifted him up from the

bloodshot and filled with killing

of oxygen. The blue veins on his forehead began bulging. He looked

not react in the slightest. Her expression

were like ferocious demons, like an endless trap of darkness, pulling her into

chasing them all around. When two of them tried to surround Lucille, Annabelle with

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

the suffering. Come at me! I'm not afraid of anything.

your eyes. I have never done anything evil in my life, so please turn all the

of her life...

Lucille's eyes turned bloodshot.