Izekiel caught the vase with his hand and threw it again at the wall beside Roxana. She immediately covered her face with her hands as the vase fragments scattered toward her, scratching her arm and blood dripping from her skin.
Roxana's pupils twitched wildly as soon as she saw the blood. If she only dreamed, why could she get hurt and even feel pain?
"Madam, I think you've gone mad. How can you be sure I'm just a dream and Damian is a real person to you?" Izekiel held his chest. "I feel sad if you consider your husband as a nightmare."
"Bloody hell! Get the hell away from me!" shouted Roxana.
Roxana gawked in fear as Izekiel pulled the chain connected to her hand. In just a short time, she was already in front of Izekiel without being able to escape as he held the chain firmly.
