His Ex-Wife Is A Billionaire (Evadne and Thaddeus) novel Chapter 359

"You hit me. I am Glynnis Abernathy!"

Glynnis was curled up in agony, her body soaked in sweat, moaning and rolling as if she was in a cocoon.

But the more she yelled, the weaker her voice became, losing its strength.

Could this really be the kick of a woman? It was too terrifying!

"You're Glynnis Abernathy, so what? You're not Marilla Abernathy. What's stopping me from hitting you?"

Lily laughed, moving her neck, her gaze so chilling it made Glynnis shudder, "Your life only mattered in your eyes. In mine, you're no different from that mouse in the corner."

At these words, anger rose in Glynnis. She felt utterly humiliated!

Gritting her teeth, she got up from the ground, feeling a surge of bravery, wanting to fight this she-devil!

But before Glynnis could even stand up, she was again knocked down by Lily's kick, even more ruthless than the last.

"Ah!"

Glynnis was sprawled out on the ground like a frog, in an atrocious posture. She was in such pain that she felt as if her insides were tied up in knots. Her tears and snot mixed with the dust on her face, making her look even more pathetic than the mouse in the corner.

Lily was not a man, so she had no qualms about hitting a woman. Just as she was about to add another kick, Jareth’s cold voice came through her bluetooth earbud, "That's enough, Lily. You're being too harsh. Looking at her now, another kick from you and she might be done for."

Lily retracted her poised leg, "Alright."

Glynnis was in excruciating pain, feeling like she was on the verge of death. She faintly heard the brutal woman in front of her talking to someone, but couldn't make out what was being said.

"So you're just going to let her off?"

"No need to be brutal, just slap her a few times to wake her up." Jareth's tone was casual, oozing with a sexy laziness.

Meanwhile, on the other side.

Inside the black Rolls Royce, the scene inside the warehouse was being broadcasted on the television screen.

Jareth watched Glynnis' pitiful state with cold eyes. Apart from feeling satisfied, he also found it amusing.

No, he wasn't satisfied enough.

Thinking about all the things this woman had done to his beloved wife, he wished he could personally break her ribs, cut off her tongue, and break her hands to avenge Marilla.

But he needed to consider that Marilla was, after all, the heiress of the Abernathy family. He didn't have control over the Fairhaven group yet, and making a big fuss would indeed be disadvantageous for him.

He wasn't afraid of causing trouble, but he was afraid of causing trouble for Marilla.

He was afraid he wouldn't be able to protect her.

Jareth thought about their future together, about the countless troubles and obstacles that might be waiting for them, and he felt a heavy pressure in his chest, sighing deeply.

His warm breath just happened to spray on the cute little ear of the woman in his arms.

"Mmm."

Marilla whimpered softly, opening her bleary eyes from Jareth's arms.

"Did I wake you? Hmm?" Jareth's voice was hoarse. He lowered his eyes and gently rubbed her reddening earlobe with his thin lips.

He loved her so much. He never wanted to let go of her when he held her, and he always wanted more when he kissed her.

"Mmm. No, I just woke up."

Marilla, although she was late in understanding things between men and women, had already made love with Jareth. She had also experienced the act of love-making, and both her body and soul seemed to have undergone a fiery baptism, making her more mature than before.

At this moment, she listened to the man's heavy breathing, feeling his continuous gentle kisses, which slid down from her earlobe in attempt to explore her more deeply.

Marilla blushed as if she had put on rouge, burrowing deeper into the man's chest, knowing well the desires stirring in his heart.

"Don't move. Let me kiss you for a while."

Jareth's eyes were full of tender affection, his fingers pinched Marilla's chin, his tongue pried open her teeth, and he boldly took what he wanted in her warm mouth.

Marilla was kissed by him till her head was dizzy. She had no power to resist, her eyes were squinted, allowing the man to have her.

The temperature in the car was getting higher and higher, and it seemed like it was about to catch fire. Suddenly, Jareth heard a crisp "slap" sound from his earbud, so loud that it almost rupture his eardrums. His movements stopped and he removed his earbud with a frown.

"Jareth, is that my sister?" Marilla tightened her hold around his waist, looking at the screen where Glynnis was being slapped by Lily in shock.

"Yes. Besides your wicked sister, who else could be so ugly?" Jareth looked at Glynnis's miserable state with disgust.

Marilla watched as Lily pulled Glynnis up by her hair like a radish, swinging her arm to slap her face!

After only a few slaps, Glynnis's beautiful face had swollen like a pig's head, blood dripping from the corner of her mouth, her nose bleeding, and her eyes almost swollen shut.

Lily was a trained fighter. As Jareth's bodyguard, her skills were well-known.

"I was wrong. Stop hitting me." Glynnis was in so much pain that her tongue was swollen. She was crying and begging for mercy incoherently.

The more Jareth heard her screams, the more pleased he was.

"Why are you hitting her?"

Marilla was full of fear, shaking his muscular arm forcefully, "Tell Lily to stop!"

"My dear, why should I stop?" Jareth caressed her cheek.

Dear?