Mysterious Little Wife novel Chapter 36

With a "thud," Sam threw Lacey onto the bed. 

Lacey frowned due to the abrupt aggression.

With scorn, Sam looked down at his soaked clothes. Meanwhile, Lacey remained motionless on the bed like a corpse, unwilling to move. 

Such behavior of hers enraged him. 

"Get up!" He went forward and grabbed her wrist, pulling her up as he asked, "Are you done playing around?" 

Lacey paused. Her eyes widened in bewilderment. "Who are you?" She asked. 

"Who do you think I am?" Sam had a firm grasp on her wrist and showed no compassion. 

"Are you my dad?" Her body swayed as she tilted her head. 

"What did you just say?" Sam's eyes widened in disbelief.

"You're my daddy!" She grinned as if a goofball.

"No, I'm not!" He yelled.

Scolded by Sam, Lacey bit her lower lip in aggravation. "Why don't I be your daddy, then?" She suggested.

"Lacey!" Sam roared and increased the strength of his grip. 

"It hurts." Lacey frowned, and her lips quivered. "It hurts—"

"Does it?" Sam sneered. 

"How fierce." Her eyes turned red all of a sudden. She sobbed, "Why are you being so hard on me?" 

Sam was a little taken aback.

"I'll behave, all right?" Her eyes were puffy and red. Her cheeks were as rosy as apples. "I'll behave, so please don't be hard on me—" she said as she slipped into his cold embrace. 

Sam tensed up.

A hoarse voice with a tinge of coldness rang out over Lacey's head shortly after. "Are you really drunk, or are you just pretending to be?"

Just as Sam finished speaking, he grabbed her by the waist and rolled over to pin her underneath. 

Lacey then collapsed onto the bed. Her dark hair was strewn across the white sheets. 

Her yellow dress was soaked through and through, revealing her lingerie inside. 

More shockingly, her wide eyes remained innocent and confused. 

Sam's chilly face grew glum. He lifted her chin and said, expressionlessly, "Aren't you drunk? Well, why don't we do something a drunk would do?" 

Sam pressed his lips to Lacey's. 

He did not, however, move. 

Sam held his breath as he awaited her resistance. 

But instead, the breathing on her lips grew steadier.

He rose slightly and noticed that she had fallen asleep!

Sam's obsidian eyes grew deep as he stared at her. 

Lacey's fair skin glistened in the night. Her peaceful side profile gave her the look of a snoozing toddler.

Sam did not speak. He stared at her in silence while he pondered. 

Much to anyone's surprise, he took off her clothes. 

......

Soaked clothes were hard to take off. 

Nevertheless, he always found a way. On her fair and delicate skin, his slender fingers slowly glided over. 

Lacey's lingerie was exposed as the zip was pulled down bit by bit.

His fingers moved hesitantly and gently in forbidden places.

Reaching his hands onto Lacey's brassiere, Sam leaned down and smirked. "Do better if you're going to act."

Lacey's tightly closed eyes suddenly crinkled. "D*mn it!" She thought as she bit her lower lip. 

Sure enough, Sam moved slightly away. His eyes were cold and disgusted as he stared at her. 

At this point, he already regarded Lacey as a woman who was trying to seduce him by unscrupulous means. 

"Sam, what a coincidence~" Lacey's eyes were crescent-shaped. She flashed a dazzling smile. "We meet again on bed!" 

Sam lifted her chin. Their breaths seemed to intertwine due to the close distance. "You're a slut, indeed!" He sneered.

Lacey gazed into his scornful eyes. She smiled enchantingly, like a meteor shower at night. Then, as if upset, she grumbled with a frown, "Sam, how could you say that? You've wronged me. I neither asked you to carry me back, nor did I ask you to take off my clothes." She bit her lip and continued, "I never asked you to hold me down too, did I?"

Upon hearing those sentences, Sam's expression grew grave. He leaned closer to Lacey and spoke coldly in her ear, "Have you forgotten what I said?" 

He held her grip so hard that Lacey felt as if it might snap at any moment.

But even so, she forced a smile. "My dear brother-in-law, what are you talking about—"

Before she could finish her sentence, Sam slid his grip on her wrist to her neck.

"Are you trying to kill me?" Lacey maintained her calm. Her eyes showed no sign of fear. 

Death did not frighten her at all. 

Instead, living alone was the thing she feared most. 

"Lacey, you've schemed against someone you shouldn't have!" Sam tightened his grip, and the sight of his eyes sent shivers down the spine. 

Lacey found it hard to breathe. Nonetheless, she put on a smile while her hands remained at her sides. Her starry eyes shone brightly just then. 

She knew that if Sam did kill her, he wouldn't have to go to jail or pay any legal price.