My One-month Marriage With Mr. Hawkins novel Chapter 1017

Looking at the sharp knife approaching to her face, Phoebe felt cold all over. Her nerves were stretched into a line and were about to break in a minute.

She felt nervous and wanted to retreat, but Braylee held her chin even tighter, forcing her to raise her face and unable to move.

Braylee approached Phoebe's face with a thin blade in her hand, with a very malicious smile on her face.

"The most important thing for a woman is her face. Phoebe, if your face is ruined, do you think Mr. Fraser will love you again?"

"Even if he gives you a glance, all he would feel is disgust, right?"

"After all, how can an ugly woman be worthy of him?"

Phoebe couldn't help trembling. Braylee wanted to ruin her face from the beginning, but right now she was caught by Braylee…

Feeling the coldness on her face, Phoebe replied to her in panic.

"As expected, you don't understand Mr. Fraser at all. Never would he only love the appearance of a woman. Even if I am disfigured, he will still love me. You will never be able to destroy my image in his heart."

"Sure?"

As the blade of Braylee pressed down, blood appeared on Phoebe's face. "Then let's try."

One slash after another.

Phoebe's face was instantly covered with blood.

The most sensitive part of her face was that the blade cut open her skin, leaving traces. The feeling was clearly transmitted to Phoebe's nerves.

Her eyes widened, and she felt dizzy.

As a result, she was desperate.

"Braylee, whether I would die or my face would be ruined by you, Mr. Fraser would love me forever and always till the end of his life."

"You will never understand why he loves me so much, because never will you win his love in your life."

Enduring the sharp pain, Phoebe gnashed her teeth and said these provocative words.

She stared at Braylee, as if she was looking at a joke.

The satisfied smile on Braylee's face froze for a moment, and she rushed up angrily.

Every word Phoebe had said poked the scar in Braylee's heart.

She looked at Phoebe with hatred. "How dare you be so arrogant now? I'll kill you!"

Braylee suddenly changed its position and landed on Phoebe's neck. In an instant, blood flowed from her neck.

As long as Braylee pulled once again, Phoebe would die.

However, Phoebe was not afraid at all. On the contrary, her tightly knitted eyebrows relaxed.

Braylee was right.

Every woman cared about her face. Even if she was that carefree Phoebe, she would loves good-looking people.

She didn't dare to imagine how she would face her disfigured face and be imprisoned here. Pitifully, she had no chance to escape.

Rather than being tortured for a lifetime, it was better to die immediately.

However, Braylee suddenly stopped sliding the saber.

She looked straight at Phoebe and suddenly thought of something. She smiled happily.

"Hahaha, Phoebe, it turns out that you are also afraid. You are afraid that you would rather die."

"Do you think I'm so stupid to be provoked by you? No, I hate you so much. How can I bear to let you die like this?"

"I will make you... beg for me to die."

She smiled happily and ordered the maid, "Bring me some salt water."

Phoebe's body trembled imperceptibly.

Salt water...

They had already prepared those. The maid turned around and took the salt water in from outside the door.

With a malicious smile, Braylee put the blade in the salt water and walked around Phoebe.