My dear lawyer novel Chapter 47

She is not a traded product or a clearly marked product. This feeling made Vivian feel so humble......

"I'm not the woman who sells their body. William, please, let me go."

The air suddenly quieted down, and the dark eyes of lust in the night were replaced by cold air. She even said she was a woman who sold.

"PSST-", a cracked voice. Vivian felt cold on his body. She was stunned by what William had done. He waved and beat the rude man in front of him. "William, what are you doing? Stop it. Stop doing this to me."

William didn't hear her cry of grievance. With a sense of punishment, he roughly tore off her clothes and said in a low and charming voice, "Vivian, this is your own choice. Have you forgotten?"

Again? Is that the reason why she should be treated in such a humiliating way? Vivian's eyes turned red, and she didn't speak any more. She was just like a wood, letting William do whatever he wants.

Because of the hard struggle on her feet, she was so painful that she was almost unconscious of the pain. Since she really couldn't escape, she would follow his wishes and think of it as be bitten by the dog. Anyway, it's not the first time. Why should she be so tangled?

She should feel happy. After all, not everyone's body is worth so much money. Just three conditions. Bear it and it'll be over.

Isn't it?

But why, she felt so brokenhearted that she was suffocating.

All of a sudden, the weight of his body was gone. Vivian was still wondering.

Standing beside the bed, William said in a cold voice, "I'm not interested in a piece of wood. Put away your hypocrisy."

Vivian grabbed the quilt and retreated to the head of the bed. Her ankle hurt so much that she can't help but pour out a cold breath. But after a while, she felt her whole foot swollen.

There was also a stream of hot and humid things trickling from her feet.

Vivian's hair stood upright with slight pain, her face turned white and her lips was bitten with blood. Even so, she didn't want to let William know.

Because she didn't want to let William think that she was carrying out some sympathy-getting ploy.

The dark place makes people nervous, but also makes other senses more acute. Let alone William, who has always been like that. Vivian's subtle breath did not escape his ears.

Originally, he just let himself not care. He thought of the sullen hum when he just threw her on the bed, and his face changed slightly.

Is her foot hurt? William’s face looks ugly. He remembers that Vivian was carried back.

Is it possible that she was picked up because her foot was hurt?

"PATA", the lamp in the bedroom was turned on, and Vivian couldn't adapt to the strong light at once. Instinctively, she closed his eyes and waited for the adaptation period to pass.

"Damn it." Suddenly a burst of loudly shout scared Vivian. Suddenly, it seemed like something was coming to mind. Subconsciously, she had to hide her feet in the quilt.

"Don't move." There was another voice that implied that anger was about to break out.

William’s blue tendons on his forehead kept beating when he saw the sight. The white bedspread was dyed red in many places, and her small and delicate feet were swollen with blood.