The Revenge of My Alluring Wife by Raven

Chapter 30 Who… do you like?

The Watson who had been shouting just now now seemed like a struggling ant in front of her.

“What… what do you want?” Watson panicked.

Evelyn smiled faintly, leisurely pulling out a surgical knife from her pocket.

There were no anticipated interrogations, no anticipated threats. Evelyn raised her hand, and

with one swift motion, she mercilessly struck Watson’s hand.

“Ah!” Watson screamed even more painfully than when a pig is slaughtered.

Alexander was stunned, his heart still trembling from Evelyn’s previous icy and desolate gaze.

He even ignored Watson’s screams, his mind filled with just one word.

Merciless!

Too merciless!

Alexander realized that this kind of ruthlessness on Evelyn was not repulsive but had a

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captivating charm.

If he hadn’t always disliked Evelyn, he might even want to shout, “Idol!”

Evelyn dropped the surgical knife, wiped off the blood on her fingertips, and said, “If a pair of hands are used to harm others, there’s no need to keep them.”

a lesson for Watson.

leaving, what about this

hospital. Take him for stitches.” Evelyn paused

seemed like there was no problem with

why should I cover the

far away. He could only wave his hand in resignation and impatiently order the bodyguards, “Take

like she had lost all support, leaning

wall.

would have

trouble by now? She didn’t want to lose

Evelyn. She curled up slowly, trying to control her body from

eternity, Evelyn struggled out

was over.

Very successful.

Evelyn returned, Old Mr Wilson and

blankly at Henry, who could only breathe smoothly with the help of oxygen. She was lost in her thoughts until someone tapped

shoulder. “Why aren’t you going in?”

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smiled. “I don’t think he wants to

I’m glad. Henry may have a bad temper, but it’s okay. There are still many days

Evelyn blushed.

Ava accepted her as a daughter–in–law.

her and Henry like today. She regretted not cherishing these supports.

didn’t say anything more, hurriedly went in, and took Old Mr Wilson, Old Mrs Wilson, and Angela with

responded and walked in

were tightly closed, lips pale, and the small wound on his head was not conspicuous.

are you so