My Most Precious Wife

Chapter 3

Chapter 3 You're An Asshole

It was as if time stood still!

Emily's hand was trembling and Liam broke out in cold sweat. He was worried about the cut on the

master's neck. Only Hunter remained expressionless and emotionless throughout the encounter. He

glanced outside at the two men and moved those thin lovely lips ever so slightly, and said to Emily and

Liam's disbelief, "Drive!"

"Dri... Drive?" Liam was shocked. Is master really being threatened by his future wife? But master

Hunter is revered as a god in Bentson City. He has never ever been threatened. Not to mention

someone daring to hold a knife to his neck. This is as good as begging for death!

Emily could not think straight. As the car drove out of the hotel car park, she eased the grip and the

eyebrow trimmer slipped from her grasp.

The trimmer dropped onto Hunter's strong hands and he tossed it aside.

"Where do you want to go?" The voice was strangely assuring. She can never tire from listening to that

deep manly voice.

Emily unconsciously grabbed onto his shirt as her body continued to heat up and she was starting to

feel dizzy.

But there was this thought in her mind, deep in her consciousness.

"Hunter..." Her breathing was short and labored. With a husky voice, "I don't ... love you, never will...

love you. You scum!"

Liam flinched and almost lost control of the car. Tonight's their engagement. How can she say such

disrespectful words? Although he knew that master Hunter was only obeying his grandmother's wishes

for the arranged marriage, how can she disrespect him? Content © NôvelDrama.Org 2024.

But it was obvious that the future Mrs. Hunter was in a daze and perhaps she didn't even know what

she is saying.

Hunter raised his thick eyebrows and stared at the cherry red face of hers, "Me? Scum?"

He didn't remember doing anything that awful to his fiancée to deserve being called a scum.

"You're a scum." Emily bit her lips, her eyes were dilated and dull. She has suffered so many

grievances, unhappiness, and hopelessness.

"Why do you treat me this way? Hunter, you scum, why?"

She clenched her fists and firmly pounded on his chest. Hunter grabbed her hands and before he could

speak, the silly girl raised her head, with tears swelling in her eyes and pouting lips. It was a face full of

grief, "Hunter, it hurts so much..."

Her pitiful state made Hunter wonder if he had overdone anything to hurt her that much.

Emily was even more dazed as the drugs continue to take effect on her body. So hot, so itchy, like

countless bugs crawling all over her.

She continued to lean onto Hunter and started to grind against him. Hunter looked down and with both

hands, pushed her shoulders away. He didn't say a word but those cold icy eyes could kill anyone's

soul.

Emily shivered in cold but in fact, her body feels like a fire within. The coldest breeze couldn't put out

the fire. The drugs are continuing to take effect and she already can't tell who is in front of her.

She grabbed Hunter's collar, "I'm hot, give it to me..."

"Master, master, future mistress doesn't... doesn't seem right." Liam said as he stole a glance at the

rearview mirror.

Hunter looked down at Emily, and without him realizing, this silly girl slid her leg on his lap and

straddled him.