Love at the Wrong Table (Emmanuel Lowe and Mackenzie) novel Chapter 816

Chapter 816

Alas, the room was only that big. Roselynn was ultimately struck by Jaxton’s

blow, falling under the table.

The pain was excruciating, and she thought she was going to fall apart.

“T’d like to see how you struggle now!”

Jaxton began taking off his pants.

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Roselynn had run out of options. With one hand, she quietly reached into the

drawer, feeling around until her hand landed on a pair of scissors.

“Come on! Let me teach you how to be a woman!”

Jaxton’s entire body was rigid and tense. He lunged at her, straddling

Roselynn, thinking she was helpless and couldn’t resist. His hands began to

wander as he was driven by excitement and anger, his eyes bloodshot, wild

like a madman’s.

“Die!”

But Roselynn was not an easy target. Faced with his madness and

aggression, she didn’t hold back. She couldn’t let him have his way with her.

She thrust the scissors forward.

In the next moment, blood splattered on her face, causing her to shut her

eyes as she felt waves of nausea instinctively.

“Ah! Ah!” Jaxton let out a series of agonizing screams as he clutched his lower

abdomen, writhing on the ground in pain.

“Jax!”

The two women outside couldn’t bear it any longer and burst into the room,

only to be instantly shocked by what they saw.

“What… What have you done to Jax?” Jennifer stared at her son’s blood

staining the floor, her eyes filled with anger as her lips trembled.

Jessica also exclaimed in outrage, “You… You crazy woman, did you

emasculate my brother?! This is spousal murder! You’ll go to jail and face the

death penalty! Put the scissors down now, or we’ll make you pay!”

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“Don’t think you can scare me like that!” Roselynn wasn’t afraid of them either.

Holding the scissors in one hand, her gaze fierce like an enraged she-wolf.

“Come at me if you dare! You’re no match for me one by one, and I’m not.

afraid either if you all come at me together!”

“This is madness, sheer madness!” Jennifer was at her wits’ end. However,