My Most Precious Wife novel Chapter 325

What do I want?

She had already been with two men. But Emily seemed still innocent.

Was she good at acting, or was she just so stupid?

Hunter was sitting on the chair in the back row. In order to avoid his body, Emily could only shrink back into the chair.

However, there was no enough room. They were still tightly clinging to each other.

Hunter suddenly leaned back in his chair, and Emily was immediately suppressed by him, unable to move at all.

She tried to move, but her hands were still tied firmly. She lay beside him, which made her feel bad.

“Hunter …”

“What do I want?” Hunter raised his hand. He held a cigarette, looking charming.

But she refused to look at him. She should not look at him now.

Right now, he was with Wendy.

But Hunter would not let go of her easily.

His hand suddenly landed on her body, and he tried to unbutton her coat, “Guess what I want?”

“I won’t!” Although Emily was scared and panicked, she still tried to pretend to be calm.

“I don’t know that you would like another man’s girlfriend.”

She thought that if she angered him, he would throw her out.

Unexpectedly, Hunter was not angry. Instead, he smiled.

“I just like that. Don’t you know?”

He raised his finger, and unfastened two buttons.

The cloth of her coat was slippery, and the collar slipped down, showing her snow-white skin.

She became panicked again.

No one could see through Hunter.

His hand landed on her neck, and his fingertips slowly slid down.

However, the scene in the hospital suddenly came in Emily’s brain.

At that time, he pinched her neck, and she couldn’t breathe. The shadow of death enveloped her, and she almost died.

This time, Hunter was just pressing her neck lightly with his fingertips, but she found it hard to breathe.

So hard.

Her chest was constantly undulating, showing a perfect curve.

Hunter smiled lightly and his hands kept sliding down.

“No!” Emily yelled.

Her wrist felt a sharp pain, but she was still unable to break free from the rope.

She looked at Hunter and wanted to beg for mercy, but his cold gaze blocked all her words.

If begging for mercy were useful, he wouldn’t be titled as a wolf.

He would treat things randomly according to his mood. Others’ thoughts never mattered.

Emily finally closed her eyes and gave up struggling.

When he was tired and felt bored, he would naturally let her go.

Such things had happened before, but mostly he was just trying to scare her.

But this time, Hunter’s actions clearly surprised Emily.

He bent down and used his actions to tell her that he would also take real actions towards her.

…

Two hours later, the well-dressed man got out of the car.

The rope in Emily’s hand was loosened and she slipped off the chair.

She grabbed her clothes and her eyes were blank.

He was no longer the Hunter of the past. He was just a piece of ice now.

He had really changed.