With a deep gaze, he gently held her hand, picked her up, and carried her back to the bed.
"Don't you dare touch me!" Anna Jadwin suddenly kicked him...in the face.
As Wayne Bailey removed her foot, his expression darkened: "Ms. Jadwin, don't force me to use force."
"..."
"If you keep moving like this, I'll make you wish you could stop."
His words were clearly a threat.
Anna Jadwin stopped moving. He always threatened her with physical intimacy, so despicable.
Wayne Bailey held her injured left foot, noting her swollen pale ankle.
His heart clenched painfully.
She must have been sent by the heavens to torment him!
"Ms. Jadwin, didn't anyone teach you how to take care of yourself?" His jaw tightened, his face stern.
"If I end up crippled for life...you wouldn't want a crippled wife, would you? You'd divorce me, right?" Anna Jadwin asked pitifully.
Her words only irritated him further. Divorce was all she ever talked about...