The Divorce Prescription

Chapter 339

Celine looked up and saw Benjamin.

Benjamin woke up at the sound of the commotion. Weak but determined, he got out of bed and pulled Wyatt off her.

Blinded by lust, Wyatt hadn’t expected the attack Stumbling in shock, he crashed into the wall.

Benjamin’s face was pale, though his gaze remained sharp as he turned to Celine. “Are you okay?”

Celine shook her head. “Tin fine.”

Benjamin shifted his gaze to Wyatt, his fists clenched tightly. “You beast!”

Wyatt’s face contorted with rage as he spat angrily, “I saved you both when you were stranded here! Without me, your leg would’ve been crippled. And yet you have the nerve to curse me?”

He sneered, his tone dripping with shamelessness. “What’s the big deal about repaying me? She’s no pure and innocent maiden. She’s already married. What difference does it make if she sleeps with one man or several?”

Benjamin’s rage boiled over, the veins in his hands bulging. He stormed forward and punched Wyatt hard.

predatory stare. As Benjamin charged again, Wyatt met him head–on.

stood up, her heart pounding with fear as she watched the scene

for his fighting skills. But his leg was still injured, and Wyatt

you’ve ruined everything, I won’t hold back. I’l lall you here and now. As for your sister–in–law, she’ll stay here

on Benjamin’s neck and sneered. “To be honest, I wasn’t planning to save you at all. But your s tempting. Seems

smack, the sound of wood hitting

sister–in–law’s beauty was too

trickling down his forehead. He turned around and saw Celine standing there, holding a chair. She had struck him from behind. Wyatt gritted his teeth and, in a frenzy, drew a dagger from his waist and lunged toward Celine. “You ungrateful wretch! You refused to take the easy way, so now

hadn’t expected Wyatt to still be conscious and so full of energy after such

toward her, a figure moved in front of her. It was Benjamin. He shielded her

much Benjamin disliked her, yet he had stepped forward to block

“Benjamin“” Celine cried out.

hand shot out and grabbed Wyatt’s wrist, twisting it hard until the dagger fell from his grip.

wall, cougled up blood, and fell

hurried over to clock

arm