Annabelle called one of the waitresses at the pub and learned that Martin had already left and gone straight home. By the time she reached their apartment, she could hear Martin's pained, wailing voice from inside.
"That ugly girl. I swear I'm going to make her pay for embarrassing me like this. Who does she think she is?!" Martin cursed under his breath for the hundredth time that day.
Yet the pain struck him ruthlessly again.
"Ohhh… it hurts. It hurts," he whimpered, his face twisted in agony as he gently touched his jaw, trying to steady himself.
His body boiled over with rage.
He was going unhinged whenever he could barely move his mouth or utter a word. He had never expected such a reaction from Selina; she had always been obedient and frail toward him. If that mysterious woman hadn't intervened, he would have shown her a lesson she would never forget.
