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.

seemed that he still hadn't

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

his feet

"Argh!"

was dead silence in the

one hand and forcefully lifted him up from the ground and pressed

bloodshot and

veins on his forehead began bulging. He looked like

did not react in the slightest. Her expression was cold and

demons, like an endless

them all around. When two of them tried to surround Lucille, Annabelle with her motherly strength,

shabby little courtyard when there were no stars in the sky. Annabelle, with her disheveled hair, shook her head and looked

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

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

her life...

Lucille's eyes turned bloodshot.