My Mute Wife

“Mrs. Stewart, don’t blame my sister, that was all in the past, my sister was young and made a mistake.”

Edith pretended to plead for Lexie, but in reality, she was deliberately pouring fuel on the fire.

Sure enough, it instantly triggered Diana’s anger.

Diana interrupted Edith as she pulled her hand.

“Edith, you’re still speaking for her? She designed to steal your marriage and has such a disregard for propriety and shame, such a scheming woman is simply tarnishing the luster of our the Howard family!”

Diana became more and more agitated as she spoke, pointing at Lexie, “You hurry up and get out of here right now! You …”

Diana wanted to say something else.

However, at that moment, Alan stopped her later words with a movement.Please check at N/ôvel(D)rama.Org.

He sank his eyes and straightaway clasped Lexie’s wrist, coldly dropping a few words, “You come with me.”

He didn’t even give Lexie a chance to react.

Alan’s strength was tremendous, and Lexie’s wrist was clutched in his hand, feeling straight as if it was about to be crushed by him.

He pulled Lexie all the way back into the room and closed the door hard, then slammed her onto the bed with one hand.

Lexie fell down woefully, the sudden weightlessness making her feel a little dizzy.

She was just trying to get up from the bed, but the man held her firmly underneath him.

What did he want to do?

Lexie’s pupils were tinged with a panicked look, and she couldn’t stop shrinking back, but there was nowhere for her to escape under Alan’s confinement.

There was an air of total danger permeating this man that made her uncomfortable.

“What are you hiding from? Feeling heart weak?”

Alan let out a cold laugh, the sarcasm in his eyes growing stronger.

Lexie took in his expression, and when she heard what he said again, her eyes widened and she glared back.

Alan stared at her, his icy voice rang out over Lexie’s head like a precursor to anger.

“You really are a good, obedient dog that Peter raised.”