"Ah!"
Chloe Simpson was caught off guard; she never expected Lucas Hughes to suddenly change his demeanor.
She was violently thrown onto the bed, her head spinning, her vision blurred. Before she could even get up, Lucas immediately pounced on her.
"You refuse to drink the forbearance toast but insist on the punishment glass, huh? Fine, I'll oblige you! Tonight, I'll make sure to satisfy you plenty!"
With that one slap, Lucas's true colors were fully revealed.
The contorted malice on his face made it look like he was ready to devour Chloe alive.
Chloe saw the expression on Lucas's face, and in an instant, she felt thunderstruck.
How could Lucas possibly be like this?
No! Lucas wasn't like this!
They had been together for five years, and the Lucas she knew from school used to be so gentle, so refined.
In those five years, he had never even raised his voice at her, let alone lay hands on her like this.
And now, to think he would try to force her!
