"Sounds so exciting!"
Ella Lacey blinked her big eyes, a glimmer of excitement danced fleetingly like two clear rivers of emotion welling up inside her.
The next second.
There was the sound of her clothing getting torn--
"Rip, rip..."
It was like the dull and alarming sound of a broken violin.
The man in front was anxious, his charismatic aura making his breathing ragged...
For a moment, Ella was scared—
Why wasn't he saying anything?
Why was he tearing her skirt when he could easily remove it?
Why was he acting like a rapist so desperate for relief...
...
"Arthur, you can't really be serious..."
Ella waved her small hands, struggling to resist, reminding him, "I'm pregnant, we can't."
"So you mean you can embrace that other man? One minute and six seconds!" Arthur Lindsey growled menacingly.
His actions did not stop, extremely forcefully and in an instant, Ella's beautiful skirt was torn to shreds!
Like a man possessed!
Ah, so it is his jealousy again...
