Young Marshal's Seventh Bride novel Chapter 2

When the end of the torture of near punishment is over, it is late at night.

Sean Brown did not mean to stay here, but quickly pulled out from Olivia Tyler, got up and put on clothes.

It’s like Olivia Tyler is just a tool to release desires, just come and go.

Sean Brown put on a tall and straight military uniform, turned and walked away without hesitation, but did not want to do this -

“Sean Brown, just a moment...”

A weak voice rang from behind the window, and Sean Brown’s footsteps turned, and turned cold and cold: “Olivia Tyler, what else do you want to do.”

Olivia Tyler sat up in a difficult way, pulled out the bed and gently tapped the shaking hand.

“Sean Marshal.” Her face was pale, but she still forced herself to be cold and sullen. “You haven’t given me betrothal gift yet.”

When Family Brown came to ask for marrying her, they said they would give her a thousand dollars dowry. This thousand dollars, she may not be in the eyes of the past, but now it is father’s life-saving money.

Therefore, she also does not care about self-esteem and shame, but can only reach out and ask for it from Sean Brown.

And Sean Brown, when he heard her words, the eyes were flashing fury.

Money!

It is money!

Is it only money in the eyes of this woman!

Anger and disappointment flowed like a flood of water. He slammed on the wooden box that had been prepared on the bed. He slammed, and the wooden box fell to the ground. The silver coins inside were all slammed on the floor.

“Do you want money?” Sean Brown bowed his head and looked down at Olivia Tyler on the bed. His eyes were cold and chilly. “Pick it up on your knees.”

The last trace of blood on Olivia Tyler’s face faded in an instant.

After saying this, he is not willing to take a look at the woman on the ground, directly turned to kick the door, and did not return.

Until his figure disappeared outside the door, Olivia Tyler’s hand which picking money up finally settled.

The glittering tears rolled down, and hit on the coins one by one.

She reached out and wiped the tears from her face, coughing softly, coughing and coughing, and a touch of blood spilled out of her fingers.

She looked down and saw the red in her hand, then showed a bitter smile.

Is she disgusting?

But it doesn’t matter, Sean Brown, you can’t see the disgusting me sooner...

Because... I couldn't live longer...