Joye shivered from the cold water that kept pouring down, mad at the remarks Shawn gave her.
Grabbing his wrist, she brought his hand to her pale lips and bit his fingers like an angry little wolf. When he retracted his hand in pain, she pulled on his shirt collar, dragging him under the showerhead.
He didn't expect the woman who had always tolerated him would fight back. The cold water drenched his expensive suit. His hair stuck to his forehead comically.
"You've been torturing me since I married you. Who gave you the right to do so? I'm much cleaner than you!"
Even Joye was shocked by her actions. However, she did not back down. The anger burning in her heart didn't give her the chance to.
He narrowed his eyes when he heard her roar, his jaw tensed.
She was disgusted by him?
He grabbed her clothes and said, "Fine, then I will make you as dirty as me!"
Realizing what he was going to do, Joye lifted her leg and kicked him, but he pinned her down. Following that was the sound of his laughter.
"You weren't like this in the past."
"Shawn, you bastard!"
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