The Battle Queen Came Back with Her Husbands (Joanna) novel Chapter 55

Chapter 50

hed my leg and kicked Lucian’s shinbone hard

Lucian was caught off guard. And Got kicked. He gasped in pain and involuntarily took a step bar

I gave a hard push, causing Lucian to sit back on the toilet

Then I took the opportunity to open the door of the bathroom and quickly left.

Lucian subsequently walked out of the bathroom

He stood at the doorway and stared at me, his gaze resembling that of a predator looking at its prey, wishing to devrair Halbe

Not far away, Ayla stood behind the green plants. His hands clenched tightly.

Whether it was five years ago or five years from now.

Everyone knew that he loved her and gave her endless favor.

Lucian had never looked at me with such eyes before.

When I came back, the food had already been on the table for a while.

Ragnar didn’t touch his forks; he was waiting for me.

“Mr. Blackthorne, I’m sorry.” I apologized.

“It’s nothing.” Ragnar’s gaze lingered on my swollen lips for only a second before moving away.

I lowered my head to hide my embarrassment while eating. His ears turned red.

My clothes were straightened halfway, but with my lips swollen from Lucian’s kiss, anyone with keen eyes could tell that what I had just done.

It was almost ten o’clock after finishing dinner.

Ragnar was checking out, and he said to me, “Tonight is my treat.”

“Thank you, Mr. Blackthorne.” I did not refuse and stood aside, waiting for Ragnar.

My wrist was suddenly grabbed by a force, and I was pulled away from Ragnar, falling into a familiar embrace.

Lucian tightly gripped my waist, forcefully pulling me closer to him, as he stared at Ragnar with a cold and stern tone. ‘She’s mine. It’s my responsibility to take her home. I won’t bother you, Mr. Blackthorne.”

After saying that, he forcefully pushed me out.

Ragnar subconsciously raised his hand to stop, but then silently lowered it back to his side.

He knew about my relationship with Lucian.

Back then, I loved Lucian, and everyone knew it.

I was taken a few steps away, and my expression turned cold.

Reaching out to grab Lucian’s big hand, I whispered, “Lucian, I am not your woman! Let go!”

Lucian’s face darkened, his eyes became sinister, and his large hand around my waist tightened.

I was in pain, and pinched him even harder.

But Lucian’s big hands, like iron pliers, firmly held me captive in his embrace.

No matter how I pinched or pulled, he didn’t let go and forcefully pulled me out.

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