A marriage full of wounds

chapter 14

"Tok, tok, tok!" Catherine knocked on an elegantly engraved door leaf in front of her, with — hearts pounding.

The girl, intending to explain to her husband that she did not want the transfer of inheritance to Margaret's mistress.

Catherine, intending to explain and leave everything to her husband. Hopefully, the man who has become her husband, does not misunderstand and can accept himself as a wife.

With a nervous face and both trembling palms that were already damp by the cold sweat. Catherine, still standing in front of the door of the luxurious room that was the venue, the care of her husband's first wife.

"Tok, tock, tock." Catherine, once again knocked on the door by biting her fingernails, to relieve nervousness and fear.

Catherine seemed hesitant to knock back on the door, all the while, biting on her lips, also seen taking a deep breath and letting go slowly.

Just then, his trembling hand that he hung in front of the sturdy door —, suddenly, the door with advanced security was opened.

Showing the unpretentious look of a man who is now staring hatefully.

Catherine too, shrieked more and more, getting a terrible look from her arrogant husband. However, the girl wanted to clear up the misunderstanding, about what mother Margaretha had told her.

"M-ma-sorry, s-me …."

"There, what." Jeffin cut Catherine's words, with a terrifying aura and an impressed voice trying to hold something back.

"That's it, s-I said something," Catherine said stammeredly and did not dare to look at her husband. The two palms, now, were squeezing each other tightly.

"Go!" Banish Jeffin cold.

Reflexes, Catherine raised her gaze and looked at the husband, who was still raising the gaze of a savage predator.

Catherine, trying to dare to say her intention and purpose came to see her husband. Girls who are tall body only limited to the chest of an adult man in front, try — take a deep breath and throw it very slowly.

"I'm going to give it back to you" Catherine said quickly, as she set her breath pounding, she seemed to be following an extreme activity, which tested her adrenaline.

When dealing directly with the husband. Catherine also dared to look at her husband's handsome face, although she was all her strength to withstand the nervousness and anxiety.

Jeffin, swooping his thick eyebrows up at his wife's words. Not long after, a snide crack was heard from the man's mouth.

"What are you planning?" He asked with a heavy voice and a sharp look.

"I swear to you. For the sake of, the good name of both my parents, if, I never wanted any of it. moreover, ask," Catherine said with a confident tone and also a serious look.

Without warning, Jeffin pulled his wife's small arm and banged violently against the wall of the room. Catherine's tiny back hit the wall with a bright color. then locked the tiny body of his little wife in front of his chest, athletic.

Jeffin locked the movement of — Catherine, by firmly holding his little wife's wrist, head up. And overlay the tiny body with a standing position.

Catherine, could only hold her breath, while inside her husband's confinement. Between the warm feelings he felt. And, a sense of fear.

Moreover, when Jeffin's face is now very close to his warm face, due to a sudden thumping sensation to spread in the earlobe.

"Curtain! What, you think I believe?" Timpal Jeffin with scorn.

"I don't care if you believe me, or not. Which, obviously, I don't want any of it." Clearly with a loud voice and a serious face, returning the husband's gaze without fear followed.

"I will give it back to you" Catherine continued.

"Go away, away from our lives" Jeffin chimed coldly with eyes still sharp with the position still squeezing the tiny body of his second wife.

With her head looking up, Catherine gave a fixed look to her husband. Suppose he wants to try, trying to follow the advice of his mother-in-law.

"How, if I refuse," Catherine said in a calm voice.

Jeffin smiled cynically, and grabbed both sides of the jaw of his wife's face, and closer his face.

"Then, you will receive the consequences and I, guarantee you will give up on your own," whispered Jeffin's heavy voice sweeping the surface of Catherine's — facial skin.

"I, will try to hold on," Catherine replied with a calm face. No, just a little bit and a bunch of it.

Jeffin looked more and more at the little wife's face very closely, and more and more, advancing the face to Catherine's face, so that their sharp noses met each other.

Catherine closed her eyes and could only hold her breath for a moment, her chest seemed to rise and fall so quickly, as, feeling the fresh sweep of her husband's breath, swept across the surface of her facial skin.

"I will never give up" retorted Catherine, who still closed her eyes.

"Why?" Jeffin asked flat and cold. The stern-faced man's gaze was still as it was, cold and sharp.

"I love you" Catherine replied with a voice intonation full of seriousness and conviction.

That is able to, make Jeffin stunned for a while and more staring at the reddish face of Catherine.

However, suddenly the dumbfounded face turned into sincerity and the man with the professional body was decak cynical.

"What, is this one of your cheap ways to seduce a man?" Whisper Jeffin back, this time with his face getting closer, without any distance. The lips of the two of them almost touched, making Catherine again feel nervous.

"I-I, never felt this to any man, other than to, you," said Catherine nervously with her heart pounding and eyes closed tightly, resulting in a frown on her eyelids.

"Curtain! Fopping. No, there is a woman who loves me so much besides my wife, as well as me, that there is no woman I love so much other than, herself," Jeffin said, the ones that had already stuck to their forehead and the lips of the two had almost met. However, the man's gaze was still fixedly sharpened.

Catherine's breath grew louder, panting in the air, as she received the interaction from her husband.

"I, will try to get your love. The love of my husband," replied Catherine who reflexively opened her eyes, revealing a dazzling green net. For a moment, the gazes of the two clashed for a few seconds, before finally, Jeffin decided to complain their gazes.

"Don't dream of getting my heart, which, my wife alone, has" said Jeffin, now turning his back on Catherine's —.

"Give me a gap to get love, you," asked Catherine who was still standing behind her husband's burly back.

Jeffin again turned his body, and again squeezed the tiny body — Catherine. And pulling the coarse hair on Catherine's back, made her face look up sharply to the top to stare at the face that, now, was getting gloomy.

"No, there's not the slightest gap for any other woman to take my wife's place or, share it. I mean, a cheap girl like you, "Jeffin slammed in a whisper-like voice, right over his second wife's face.

Catherine did not want to give up, she tried to endure the pain in the back of her head, due to her husband's large hand grip.

"I, make sure to get that gap" Catherine said with confidence.

"Although, you are blocking my way to make you open that gap, I will keep trying. Because I love you so much. What, wrong? Love and admire your husband?" Catherine said, challengingly and without the slightest fear.

Jeffin increasingly looked at his tiny wife, until it looks eyeballs will come out of the petals.

"Get out!" The man's orders were cold and released his powerful hand grip on the back hair of — Catherine.

Jeffin returned to his wife's side, staring longingly and in love at the figure of a beautiful woman sleeping on the bed. The figure of a woman who, like a sleeping princess.

Catherine looked at her husband, also the husband's first wife. Catherine could see, so much love for her husband's first wife.

But Catherine, already determined to get the attention and love of her husband. He will fight and face the obstacles.

"Get out!" Once again Jeffin expels — Catherine. This time, the tone of the man's voice rose by an octave.

Catherine finally came out of the treatment room of her husband's first wife, with her face tucked away in pain.

The girl in a plain white dress leaned her tiny back against the luxurious door of the room.

He turned his head up and looked sadly at the ceiling with its luxurious and elegant carvings. A look full of plans, which he will do tomorrow.

"Spirit! You, definitely can," Catherine encouraged herself.

jeffey.