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 his

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 truth is that she's filthy from head to toe. She makes me want to throw

could finish, his feet

"Argh!"

was dead silence in the

was dumbfounded. They watched helplessly as Lucille grabbed Wayne's neck with one hand and forcefully lifted him up from the ground and pressed him against the

were bloodshot and filled

turned red due to the lack of oxygen. The blue veins on his forehead began bulging. He looked like a dying fish, struggling pathetically. He tried

the

recall appeared in front of her one after 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

their lives, had no 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

the sky. Annabelle, with her disheveled hair, shook her head and looked at the sky. Every word she spoke was filled

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 suffering I have suffered

of her life...

Lucille's eyes turned bloodshot.