The Revenge of My Alluring Wife by Raven

Chapter 2 Return Back

Pain, an excruciating pain, that’s all Evelyn can feel now .
Especially the wound on her wrist, the pain tugged at her entire body.
‘Unexpectedly, even as a ghost, I could feel such pain’. Evelyn cursed in her heart.
She opened her eyes, unexpectedly meeting a pair of eyes that made her tremble. This wasn’t the hell she had imagined…
‘It’s him…’ Her heart trembled slightly, a bit of pain pricking at it. Tears quickly welled up in her eyes.
It’s Henry. How is it possible? She fell from the top floor…
In front of her, this man had a slender jawline, pale skin, eyes as deep as ice–cold and indifferent, yet seeming to burn with raging flames, which threw Evelyn into a state of panic.
It was him, unbelievably. How could it be him, but it turned out to be him.

“Henry!” Evelyn’s eyes shimmered with excitement.
Until her wrist was suddenly pulled forcefully, Evelyn realized that her hand was bleeding. However, it wasn’t a broken bone, it’s the wound came from her slashed wrist, it’s still bleeding.
The cut? The wrist? Suicide?? Wasn’t that happened few years ago?
How could it be…
Rebirth? How could that be possible?
Evelyn looked at the familiar bedroom anxiously, but as soon as she moved, she was forcefully pressed onto the bed by someone.
“Still want to run? Evelyn, am I not treating you well? You tossed yourself like this for another man??”
Henry’s eyes reddened, and his large hands kept tightening, as if he wanted to break Evelyn’s wrist.
“Since you want to die so much, I’ll let you die, in another way, happily.” Henry bent down, crazily biting Evelyn’s neck.
“Listen carefully, even if you die, you’ll still be my woman in this lifetime.” His voice was filled with pain and helplessness.
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He bound both of her hands to her head with one hand and then quickly stripped all her clothes with the other hand.
Her fair skin was exposed to the air, and she couldn’t help but tremble and let out a moaning.
Henry’s eyes reddened. He tenderly caressed her face as if handling a precious treasure. Suddenly, a hint of sorrow crossed his mind, and he leaned down, passionately capturing her lips.