The Fate of Love novel Chapter 22

I continued to sneer, "Carol has any upbringings? A woman acts as a concubine and arrogantly derails husband of another women. Samson Finn! What upbringing makes us misunderstanding about these?"

"Sharon Sandra!" He gritted his teeth with every word seemed to be squeezed from the depths of his throat, "You should be lucky, I won't beat a woman."

I laughed, "Mr. Finn is really generous, but can I trouble you to let me go? What you are doing now is hitting a woman."

Samson said in a cold and violent voice, "You are unqualified to judge Carol, you don’t deserve it!"

He turned around coldly.

I did not deserve it? I stepped forward and grabbed him, "Yes, I don’t deserve it. You are really disgusting."

After speaking, I returned to the original seat.

Carol still smirked pretentiously, "Sister Sharon..."

I poured all the snacks and porridge on her head.

I said, "Carol Lucinda, I wonder what makes you so disgusting, but remember, you can’t avoid getting shoes wet along the river."

"Since you love second-hand so much, then I will send Samson to you. Keep the scumbag in your house!"

"Sharon Sandra!" A rampage voice came from the door.

I didn't notice it as I was at least smooth and upright compared to their contemptible.

Then I walked out of the restaurant, but my wrist was dragged tightly by him. I got angry and bit.

He didn’t care but drove me back.

The bumps made me nauseous.

Fortunately, we arrived soon, and then I was taken into the bedroom.

"Bang!" The entire villa trembled.

"Samson, let me go, you are not a man." I was flustered.