A marriage full of wounds

chapter 37

"Good day, young lady!" A new butler at Abraham's house.

Catherine, who was greeted warmly by a half-century-old man, smiled and replied to the butler's greeting. "Good day too, uncle" said Catherine.

The middle-aged man bowed his body, as the young mistress passed by him to enter the Mansion. With a tired and rare looking face that limped.

"Are you okay, all right?" Ask the butler.

By looking at the look on his young mistress' face.

Catherine turned around and gave a friendly smile to the man half a century ahead. "I, alright uncle," he said gently.

"Let me help you, walk," the butler bargained.

Catherine smiled again and expressed her subtle rejection and gratitude. "No need uncle, I can be alone. Thank you, for your uncle's attention," said Catherine softly.

The butler simply lowered his head and returned the gentle smile of his master.

"Where, mommy?" Catherine asked suddenly.

"The big lady is going to the village, madam. He'll be back in a month" the butler explained.

The girl with casual style was surprised, she looked at the man in front of her with a curious look.

"Mrs, have a problem there," the man explained.

Catherine was getting lethargic, it was visible from her shoulders that were impacting down, not as straight as earlier.

"That's it," he said with a faint sigh.

The butler could only fall silent with an affectionate look to his little master. She had been entrusted with the trust to look after her little mistress, before Margaretha left.

"You, you want to make something for the afternoon, madam," the butler once again bargained.

Catherine who came back to stop her steps who had already arrived in front of the elevator, she looked at the man in front of her and shook her head subtly. "No need," she replied gently.

After saying that, Catherine entered the elevator that would take her to her room. Catherine looked so tired, she wanted to immediately rest her body so limp, the rest of the romance with her savage husband.

With her head bowed in a doldrums, Catherine exited the elevator, not knowing the whereabouts of the figure she had avoided in this time. The figure that was now wielding a sharp gaze towards him with a face so gloomy.

"Bugh!" Catherine gasped in shock, as she felt her body and forehead bump into something in front. His eyes that continue to look down, can now see a pair of shiny shoes, he also tried to follow his gaze, from the bottom to — now he can see the face of the savage man.

Catherine closed both her mouths. With eyes looking at the husband. "He, here?" His inner.

While Jeffin, still holding a hostile gaze to his little wife, he felt so angry.

"Follow, me!" Rough touch.

While grabbing Catherine's tiny arms and pulling her roughly towards his wife's grooming room.

"Akh!" Screecher Catherine.

Jeffin violently threw the tired body of his little wife under the feet of the first wife.

"LOOK! snapped Jeffin.

He forcibly pulled back his wife's tiny arms, and forced her to stand by the wife's first side.

"Look, what are you doing to my wife's precious skin" Jeffin cried with a snarl of emotion.

Once again the man treated his little wife with a rough, burly hand that had been in the arm, now moved behind the wife's head, grasping the brownish hair of his little wife and pushing her roughly, he said, forced him to look at his wife's first situation.

Catherine, who did not understand, could only endure the pain behind her head and her arm that was firmly grasped earlier. How not, the fingernails of the savage man were deliberately buried strong.

The petite girl, following her husband's harsh orders, scanned the state of the first wife, who didn't look anything odd.

"Sttt, it hurts," she said, trying to endure the pain behind her head.

"What's going on and what's my fault?" Catherine asked with a red face enduring the pain and confusion.

She tried to hold her husband's hand so as not to hurt the back of his head too much, which hurt so much. It was as if her entire hair root had been removed.

The ferocious man, close his face to the ear of the wife by still pulling the hair behind his wife's head.

"I really don't know" said Catherine.

"Akh!" Catherine came back grimacing.

"Look, my wife's whole precious skin," snapped Jeffin rudely.

He again pushed his palm behind his wife's head and jerked it forcefully and violently.

In the midst of the dewy eyes, Catherine tried to scrape the entire body of her husband's first wife and she was surprised to see so many rashes and scratches on the first wife's chest and arms.

"What, have you seen it? Akh!" Jeffin at the end of the sentence.

He immediately pushed the tiny body to the side, sending his little wife crashing away.

Catherine could only grimace and hiss, as her forehead hit the marble floor again.

"I didn't know it and I didn't do anything" he said, trying to defend himself.

He raised his head up so that he could see such a terrible gloomy face before him.

Jeffin approached his little wife and again grabbed Catherine's hair, pulling her strong. "Sick, I beg you this is very sick," pinta with a painful groan. Catherine tried to let go of Jeffin's big hand grip on her hair.

"Me, swear. Didn't do anything" he said with a face in so much pain.

"Trust me, I did not do it" he continued again which is now accompanied by a piteous and subtle stuffing.

Jeffin still continued to pull his little wife's hair and looked at her hatefully. He will not tolerate the slightest mistake concerning his beloved wife. Moreover, he got news from a doctor who specifically examined the condition of his wife, if his wife looks strange and so many scars of pain in his wife's body.

Jeffin immediately went home and regardless of his little wife who he had run all night, alone in a foreign place. And — now with his firm rough treatment of his wife.

"What, you think you've been feeling lucky, after I felt this cheap body of yours? So.. You're so scheming to get rid of my wife, akh!" Jeffin snapped with a face so red and so close to his wife's painful face.

Catherine could only shake her head with both hands trying to withstand the pain caused by the pull of the husband.

"I, do nothing" he said in a stupefied tone.

Jeffin hurt his wife more, he even threw the tiny body back. Making the entire body of that pitiful girl seem fragile.

"Omong empty. You, you fucking cunning girl. Don't think after I touched you a few times, I'll accept you, cih, it'll never happen. Me, just think of yourself as an impingement and hold my seed alone," said the man sarcastically.

He was now staring bitterly and cynically at his little wife who was lying on the floor with her body shaking with the sound of a painful whimper.

Catherine was so devastated, upon hearing the sarcastic expression of her husband. His heart was as broken as if crushed by a large chunk of rock. Tightness and pain in his chest cavity. Express with words too — Catherine is unable to draw her feelings now.

So painful. The pain is located in his chest until the throat rises that feels squeezed.

The girl's position was still as it was, drooping down not far from her current husband, standing arrogantly and a dark gaze drawing hate towards him.

"I, didn't do it" he muttered amidst the roaring cries.

"I, do nothing" he continued.

She wanted to resuscitate her husband, who spent a hot night with her in a room foreign to her, so, how could she possibly do all that.

"Bring him!" Jeffin's orders.

He glanced sharply at another man who was in the first wife's nursery.

"Don't let him enter this room" he continued coldly.

The savage man without feeling any compassion for his little wife, who was now led to leave the room.

Jeffin just looked at the beautiful face of the wife and scanned the entire upper body of his wife with scars of pain. The body that looked frail was helpless.

"Sorry, who has neglected to take care of you."