Nathaniel York was in pain. He propped his chin up and sat up, staring at Matilda Jenkins with a gloomy look.
Matilda Jenkins shuddered with fear, truly scared by the look in Nathaniel York's eyes.
"You...you don't have to scare me. I'm not afraid. I dislocated your jaw because...because you were being...being improper towards me first..."
Nathaniel York couldn't speak. He had just wanted to tease this stupid woman for fun. But now, who was playing whom? His clothes had almost been stripped, his jaw had been dislocated, and he had suffered internal injuries.
Nathaniel York's dark eyes seemed to flash with a bloodthirsty crimson as he became truly angry.
If Nathaniel York hadn't been serious with Matilda Jenkins, she might have had the upper hand. But now he was truly angry, and just one look from him made her unable to bear it.
