Chapter 223
Love After Marriage: Mr. Lancaster's Hidden Wife
Chapter 223 His smile was incredibly infuriating. Sylvia frowned and raised her hand to slap his head.
Whack! Edmundâs head snapped to the side, and the cigarette in his mouth fell to the ground. The entire
room was instantly silent as Blondie and the others were dumbstruck. âHow dare she hit Mr. Price? She
must be tired of living!â
They looked at Sylvia again.
However, she merely laid back down with her head resting on her hands and closed her eyes to sleep.
Blondie and the others looked at Edmund in confusion. If he was upset, they would immediately throw
Sylvia out!
However, Edmund, who was the type to order a personâs hands and legs to be cut off when he was
displeased, was not angry in the slightest. Instead, he smiled at Sylvia. He touched the spot where Sylvia
hit him and grinned wickedly. âInteresting.â Then, he lowered his head toward Sylvia again. Sylvia, who
was sleeping, also sensed that something was wrong and quickly opened her eyes. Almost
subconsciously, she reached out and hit him in the face
Smack! The slap landed soundly on Edmundâs face The room was engulfed in silence again. Edmund
tilted his face and touched his beaten cheek with one hand while staring at Sylvia with wide eyes.
Blondie and the others were completely confused. Although Sylvia was drunk, she still had a basic sense
of precaution. She sat up and moved back. With a flushed face, her eyes watched Edmund warily as she
asked, âWho are you? Stay away from me!â Edmund looked at her pretty scarlet face and smiled
maliciously. âYouâre really interesting.â âWhatâs interesting?â Sylvia did not understand at all. Her mind
was unable to think straight now. She got off the couch and swayed to the exit. Blondie and the others
immediately blocked her way. Edmund also got up and walked behind her. He lowered his head beside
her ear and said in a raspy voice, âIâm your future man.â
Sylvia was shocked and moved to the side. However, he grabbed her waist with one hand. Almost
subconsciously, she raised her knee directly into his groin. âHiss...â Edmund drew a cold breath and
stepped back Sylviaâs drunken, red eyes glared at him fiercely. âTouch me again and Iâll cripple you!â No
man could stand this kind of humiliation. Edmund immediately shouted to Blondie and the others, âTie
her up! Iâll teach her a lesson today!â Blondie and the others immediately surrounded Sylvia.
She raised her hands and fought them.
However, she was too drunk, and her motor coordination suffered. After a few blows, someone tripped
her.
Blondie and the others immediately pulled off their ties and anything else they found that could be used
to tie her up.
Sylvia lay on the ground, trussed up like a turkey, and could not get up, so she flailed her arms at them,
scratching them occasionally. âOw! Sh*t! Hold her hands down!â âSheâs gonna rip my face off!â
âHiss⦠Ow!â
The process was tortuous, but Sylvia was eventually tied with her hands behind her back. With her
hands and feet bound, she could only squirm on the ground like a worm.
Blondie and the others gasped for breath.
A man with his hair dyed green and his face full of bloody scratches said, âThis woman is too difficult to
handle. Mr. Price, why donât we just throw her out on the streets and let her freeze to death?