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

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

could finish, his feet suddenly

"Argh!"

dead silence in

neck with one hand and forcefully lifted him up from the ground and pressed him against the wall.

bloodshot and filled with

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

did not react in the slightest.

like an endless trap of darkness, pulling her into the abyss bit by bit. It felt as if she

However, there were people chasing them all around. When two

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. Every word she spoke was filled

suffering. Come at me! I'm not

never done anything evil in my life, so please turn all the suffering I have suffered into a little bit of luck and let my daughter live. I only pray that she will be

of her

Lucille's eyes turned bloodshot.