Chasing After My Beloved Wife

Joye had been sitting in the Jeep for several hours. Ever since she left the amusement park and was helped into the car, she never shed another tear. She just quietly looked out of the window like a frozen statue. Her eyes were motionless. Her forlorn figure was heartbreakingly sad.

Yvon sat next to her. His heart ached for her but he couldn't give her any comfort. Sometimes, the quieter you are, the more pain your heart would feel. When you experienced extreme hurt, the last thing you'd want to hear was words of consolation.

Before it was dark, a large number of people came out of the amusement park. Yvon rolled down the window and looked up at the sky. Only then, he noticed that the sky had changed. The originally good weather suddenly turned gray. It looked like it was about to be a spring shower.

The cold wind suddenly blew in. Joye shivered and blinked her eyes, coming out of her stupor. "I'm sorry, you can send me back now."

She was in so much pain that she had forgotten that there was another person beside her.

"Joye, if you want to drink, I can take you to the bar."

Yvon quickly closed the window, but she shook her head and refused. "No, I want to go back to my apartment."

She didn't want to be drunk because of someone else's man or the father of someone else's child.

"Okay, I'll send you back."

Yvon sat in the driver's seat and turned on the heater to dispel the cold wind that had just entered.

Twenty minutes later, the Jeep stopped at Joye's apartment. Yvon got out of the car and opened the door for her. Joye got out of the car with a pale face. Beep! Beep!

The shrill sound of the car honk made her face turn even paler. She turned and saw the familiar Rolls-Royce and Shawn's gloomy eyes not far away. He was smirking with a smile in his eyes as if he was mocking her embarrassment.

The car door opened, and Joye stepped out of the car with her slender legs. Only then did she realize that his smiling face was actually full of danger. Yvon stepped forward and protected Joye behind him. "Shawn, don't hurt her anymore."

"Ha!"

Shawn snorted coldly and looked past Yvon to look at the pale woman hiding behind.

"She is my wife. What position are you in, to say that to her husband?"

Yvon kept quiet

Then he frowned. "A husband who hurts his wife doesn't deserve her at all."

"Then are you worthy of her? Don't you feel dirty when you use the woman I used?"

Hearing this, Joye clenched her fists. Her nails dug into her flesh, but she didn't feel the physical pain.

Yvon grabbed Shawn's collar and his gentle expression turned into anger. "Shawn, watch what you say!"

"We are family. You should understand how I am. I, Shawn, will destroy the things I don't want, I will never leave it for others."

Shawn tilted his head and raised the corners of his devilish eyes. He suddenly swung his fist and didn't give Yvon any time to react before it landed on his face.

Thud!

Yvon felt a chill in his eyes, the cold was as sharp as a knife. He talked like a soldier going into battle against the enemy. "Then I will also protect the woman I like."

The atmosphere felt as if a war was about to break out. Then, Joye came out from behind Yvon and pulled his arm away.

"Enough! Yvon, can you go back first? I want to solve my problems with him. Alone."

"Joye..."

Joye looked into Yvon's concerned eyes. Although her voice was very soft, she was particularly persistent. "Just go, please?"

Yvon furrowed his brows, but he couldn't bear to make things difficult for her. He let go of Shawn's collar and gave him a warning glance before turning around to get on the Jeep and reluctantly left. The sky was getting gloomier. It was as if the night had suddenly invaded, bean-sized raindrops fell from the sky.

Joye raised her head, and the raindrops fell into her eyes and mixed in with her tears. However, she persistently held back her sobs and stared at the man in front of her.

"Shawn, if I were a woman that you had used, you would also be a man that I had used. You should ask Vivian if she feels dirty when she uses you."

Marriage was supposed to be a union of two people, a man and a woman bound together. If she was dirty, how clean could he be? If he mocked her, it just meant that he was also mocking himself. "If you hadn't threatened Vivian to leave that year, do you think I would have used you?"

Shawn reached out to grab her neck and pushed her against a parasol tree trunk. The anger in his eyes was even more terrifying than the darkness of the sky.

"I threatened her? Did she tell you that?"

"Hah."

Joye's face turned red as she laughed. There were no signs of retreat or pleading in her. Instead, there was provocation in her eyes.

"So, what if I threatened her? The one you married was me, Joye! Even if you bring back a child, the woman you love can only be the second Mrs. Richard. The famous Shawn has served me with all his heart and soul for more than three years. I really should thank you, for making me so happy every time!"

Joye was not a cowardly woman who didn't know how to fight back. Even if the pain of fighting back was worse than being silent, she still wouldn't retreat.

At least, she did not want to be embarrassed in front of this man.

Shawn fumed silently.

Shawn didn't expect her to have the courage to say such things. The corners of his eyes narrowed dangerously and he threateningly pressed his body heavily on her.

"Joye, you're so sure of me. If I didn't finish playing with you, I would be sorry to you. We've been married for more than three years and we've done it in all kinds of postures, but there's one more we haven't tried. Let's play today."

The threat came from the depths of his throat. He reached out to pull down her pants. Joye was shocked and knew what he wanted to do. Her face turned pale.

He wanted to do it downstairs...

"Let go of me!"

Using the last bit of strength in her body, she struggled hard, but she was no match for his strength.

Her clothes were wet from the rain and she was terribly cold. Her back was constantly lacerated by the rough bark through her wet clothes. A burning pain flared through her.

"I've warned you. Don't try to cheat on me. Joye, you've been so naughty!"

Joye's face was getting redder and redder. She was almost out of breath, but her eyes were bright.

"Cheat?"

Hadn't he cheated on her many more times?

At the end, who was the naughty one?

Shawn was a little annoyed by her gaze and suddenly lessened the force in his hand. His thin lips that were stained with rain pressed down on her cold and trembling lips as he bit her hard. Blood immediately flowed out of Joye's lips. She took a deep breath, but he forcefully continued to press his lips on hers. The strong taste of blood on the tip of her tongue made her tremble uncontrollably. Shawn didn't want to kiss her. He wanted to punish her. He bit her tongue with his sharp teeth and wouldn't stop until it bled.

Joye shivered at the sound of thunder and felt that the tip of her tongue was bleeding.

The lightning made the dark sky light up for a moment. She looked at the angry man in front of her, his expression was evil because of his anger. His eyes were burning with rage. It was as if he was going to bite her to death.

Lightning struck one after another. She felt pain again and again, but at the same time, she felt a sense of panic. She remembered that her teacher had taught her not to take shelter from the rain under the tree. Otherwise, she would be struck by lightning.000