Love at the Wrong Table Emmanuel Lowe Chapter 815
Love at the Wrong Table
Chapter 815
âAshamed? What do I have to be ashamed of? Iâm your husband! Who can
say anything about me for coming into my wifeâs room?!â
Roselynn couldnât help but feel a little scared at Jaxtonâs emotional outburst.
While she knew this man was a coward, provoking him in this situation might
not be the wisest choice.
âAlright, I wonât blame you anymore. Just go out. I really want to sleep!â
Roselynn softened her tone, taking a step back. Little did she expect that
Jaxton wouldnât heed her words at all; he continued to stand in her way.
âWhat do you want?â Roselynn couldnât help but get agitated.
âWhat do I want? I want to do what a husband and wife do, of course! Do you
know how long Iâve been holding back? Iâm about to go crazy from holding it
all in! Iâm going to conquer you tonight, you arrogant b*tch!â Jaxton roared
angrily, suddenly embracing Roselynn and attempting to kiss her.
âYou-Get away from me!â Roselynn shoved him away.
Jaxton hadnât expected her to be so strong. Caught off guard, he was pushed
to the ground, and he fell quite hard.
âJax!â Both Jennifer and Jessica appeared at the door simultaneously,
stunned by what they saw.
They had known that Roselynn wasnât weak, but they never expected that
Jaxton, a grown man, couldnât handle her!
âIâm fine! Get out!â
Jaxtonâs pride was instantly inflamed when he saw his mother and sister, and
he roared, âI can handle my woman myself! I will tame her myself!â
His bloodshot eyes scared Jennifer and Jessica a little, and they could only
nod and close the door for him.
Locked!
Now, the woman inside wouldnât be able to escape tonight!
âJaxton, w-what are you trying? Get out!â Roselynn instinctively stepped back
as Jaxton, with bloodshot eyes, approached her slowly. âHave you forgotten
the agreement we signed? I donât want this, and neither of you can force
me!â
âHow dare you still bring that agreement up, you f*cking b*tch! Havenât you
humiliated me enough, huh?!â
Jaxton had already decided to throw caution to the wind. He completely
ignored whatever Roselynn was saying, and as he walked closer, he picked
up the bowl of soup. âThis is the soup my mother personally made for you.
You have to drink it!â
He also knew that it would be difficult to subdue Roselynn, this fiery mare, by
force alone. He needed the aid of drugs. Once she drank the philter, she
would crawl over him like a sl*t!
âY-Youâre crazy!â Roselynn shoved him away again. If this guy thinks he can
make me drink something, heâs dreaming!
âYou wretched woman! Iâll make you regret this!â
Jaxton was now utterly enraged and humiliated. He picked up the still-warm
soup and splashed it on Roselynnâs face.
While avoiding the soup, Roselynn gave Jaxton an opening to tackle her to
the ground.
Jaxton started to take off his clothes. However, he underestimated Roselynn.
Her legs were not only long but also strong. With a forceful kick, she used his
momentum to throw him off once again.
Thud.
Jaxton accidentally bumped into the table, causing the desk lamp and water
glass to crash to the ground with a series of clattering noises.
âJaxton, are you okay?â The voices of the two women outside came again.
Why does it take so much effort for a grown man to deal with his wife?!
âIâm fine! Just get lost!â Jaxtonâs pride had long been trampled into pieces,
and he had utterly lost his rationality. âYou wretched woman! Iâll kill you!â
Jaxton grabbed a chair from under the table and wanted to smash it at
Roselynn, who panicked at once and desperately dodged.
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