Chapter 210 The Wife He Ignored Ch7

• He drags her out of the bar like a man starved — her wrist clutched in his palm, the other hand fisting his own hair because it’s the only way to keep from ripping her dress off in front of a dozen gawking strangers.
• She lets him lead her — barefoot over the cold marble when they hit the foyer of the house she was about to leave forever. Her laugh is soft, sharp, wicked in the hush of their steps.
• “You look like you might beg,” she taunts — eyes flicking down to where his cock strains at the front of his slacks.