Hunter Warren, however, had no intention of letting her go.
He grasped her wrist firmly, the force was not light: "Where are you going, to have a tender and affectionate rendezvous with Oliver Turner?"
"That's none of your business." Faye Townsend struggled hard to free her hand.
But it was of no use.
How could her strength possibly contend with his?
"Faye Townsend, do you know why I mentioned the marriage certificate?
It's to remind you, you're still my wife right now.
The women of Hunter Warren don't have the right to cuckold me."
"So you, Hunter Warren, have the right to cuckold others? You're more noble than everyone else, and everyone else deserves to be trampled beneath your feet?"
Faye Townsend let out a cold laugh, lowered her head, and bit down hard on the hand that was tightly holding her wrist.
She thought he might let go out of pain, but he didn't.
He just held onto her, unwilling to loosen his grip the slightest bit.
