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

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

feet suddenly rose into

"Argh!"

was dead silence in the

with one hand and forcefully lifted him up from

eyes were bloodshot and filled with

the lack of oxygen. The blue veins on his forehead began bulging. He looked like a dying fish, struggling pathetically. He tried to beg for mercy. With difficulty, he yelled,

Lucille did not react in the

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

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 with her motherly strength, held up an axe in front of her. She began slaughtering those people, causing them

would 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

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

never done anything evil in my life, so please turn all the suffering I have suffered into a little bit of luck and let

her

Lucille's eyes turned bloodshot.