A Crazy Wife

Chapter 89 His Legs Are Not Paralyzed

On the way to to the hotel room, Hannah is absent-minded.

Back then, Fiona seemed to be a very innocent girl. During the recruitment interview, she frankly said

that she didn't know how to design. Later, Sherry taught her everything.

Nelson has been Sherry’s friend since childhood, and he often visited her studio. Then, Sherry found

that Fiona was not herself every time Nelson came. She also warned Nelson that don't flirt with the girl

around her casually.

At that time, Nelson insisted that it was not what she was thinking, but she didn’t buy it and believed

Nelson had a crush on Fiona. Later she found out that Fiona secretly made a collar pin for Nelson, but

she didn’t know if it was sent out. It was indeed out of fancies.

At that time, Sherry had just established "Sherry’s Jewelry". She was too busy with her career to keep

an eye on the emotional life of the people around. She didn’t know people did change quickly.

"You missed it!"

Chester's voice pulls her back to reality from her memories, and she is stunned for a moment, "what?"

"You went past the room." He repeats it, taunting, "Are you planning to push me back and forth on this

corridor?"

As soon as Hannah looks up, she was embarrassed to find that she is almost at the end of this corridor.

The room number is 2324, and she has walked too far past four or five rooms.

After a beep, the door is unlocked, and Hannah pushes Chester into the room to rest.

"Are you going to sleep for a while or just sit and read a book?"

"Help me to the sofa."

"Okay."

As usual, Hannah supports his arm with her shoulder to help him up from the wheelchair, and moves

him to the sofa by the window. After that, she shakes her arm.

"Did you lost some weight? You are not as heavy as before."

Chester doesn't bother to talk to her, and then he takes the newspaper of the day on the newspaper

shelf and looks through it.

Hannah mutters to himself, "Is it about my own strength?"

Moving Chester at home every day is much more efficient than lifting iron in the gym. If she keeps on

doing this for a longer time, she can certainly have biceps just around the corner.

She whispers very quietly, but in this big room, Chester can hear every word clearly. He even smiles

very slightly, with a less serious expression.

"If there is nothing else, I'll leave you alone."

Hannah tilts her head to looks at his face, "I can't leave my friend at the banquet."

Chester feels it was a little hot, so he opens his bow tie, and turns over the newspaper in his hand,

saying without any emotions,"She is now the spokesperson of the Shahbaz Jewellery, and she has a

male companion to accompany her. You don't need to worry about it."

"I know, but..." Hannah didn't intend to ask for his opinion, and walks to the door of the room, saying,

"I'll be back later, if you have anything, call the service desk directly."

Chester couldn't jump up and catch her anyway, so she can do what she wishes.

When reaching the door, she pulls the door twice but it doesn’t open.

"It’s weird, what's the matter?"

The whole door seems to be locked, and the door handle couldn't be pressed down, let alone open the

door.

"What's the matter with this door?" She subconsciously turns around and asks Chester, "Do you know

how to open this door? It worked well just now, but it can't be opened now."

Chester is stunned for a moment. When he is about to speak, suddenly he feels a burst of heat in his

lower abdomen pushing up desperately, and his face goes on fire immediately.

"What's the matter with you?" Hannah notices something and walks over with a look of confusion, "Why

are your face so red?"

"Leave me alone."

Chester lets out a low growl, and the newspaper in his hand is thrown into a ball and falls on the carpet.

Hannah is frightened by his sudden behavior and stands still.

After a long while, when she sees Chester tugging at her clothes, she realizes something.

"No, aren’t you..."

Chester glances at her, with red eyes, "Well-planned trap."

"What?" Hannah too frightened to get what he means. But when following his gaze to the unopened

door, she suddenly understands it, "Are you saying that someone set a trap for us?"

Chester nods hard, feeling dizzy.

"No, why? Who is so wicked? When were you drugged? Didn't you just drink two glasses of wine in

total?"

After asking a series of questions, Hannah suddenly realizes something.

"It's Mom. It’s those two glasses of wine that Mom gave you?"

It was the wine that Lily brought over when he was toasting the elders of the Mosbys.

Lily is usually very careful about everything related to Chester, so they never doubted that there would

be any problems with the wine she brought over. He drank two glassed of wine directly.

For a moment, Hannah is at a loss, "What should I do?"

Chester holds on to the armrest of the sofa, looking very uncomfortable, and gradually slips off the sofa

with a very forbearing expression.

"Hey... are you okay?"

Hannah wants to get closer but doesn’t dare. She sees the wheelchair next to him and grits his teeth to

walk over and squat down, patting his shoulder and asking.

"Are you okay? Do you want me to call an ambulance?"

"No..."

Chester grabs her wrist and stares at her with bloodshot eyes, as if he is bloodthirsty.

In a panic, Hannah wants to throw him away, but she accidentally staggered under her feet, and falls

down.

Suddenly, Chester turns over and presses her tightly on the carpet. A pair of big hands tears off her

dress from her shoulders.

The black lace bra wraps her exquisite figure, and his big hand was printed on her shoulders, leaving

red and eye-catching marks when tearing her dress, which can particularly arouse desire.

Hannah exclaims and crawls back screaming, "Ah-"

With the effect of the medicine, the man completely loses control, and his long-detained desire

dominates his whole body. One of his big hands presses her bare shoulders, and the other hand unties

the belt buckle.

With a "click", the metal buckle makes a pleasant sound in the air. Content protected by Nôv/el(D)rama.Org.

"Chester, calm down! Stop!"

Hannah’s face is full of horror. Before she could resist, her lower part has been occupied. Her

underwear is torn and hung on the thigh. His slighted calloused hand rubs her skin, vibrating restlessly.

The he forcibly separates her legs and puts his fingers in.

"Ah-" She screams and twists her body, trying her best to avoid everything under her.

But Chester is like an irrational beast. He suddenly goes mad, with hormones spreading in the room.

He grabs her two hands, pressing them on the ground over her head. Then he lifts one of her leg up

onto his shoulder.

There was no shelter under her. He kneels on the ground in a imperious way.

Hannah suddenly discovers in horror that his legs are not paralyzed.