"You've gone too far." Nora Thompson pulled her nightgown, covering the splendid scenery, sitting upright and stern.
"You haven't experienced anything truly over the line yet?" Alexander King stood there like a bandit, not knowing how he managed to endure for so long.
Although he felt his character wasn't as bad as Joshua Hughes, he had indeed lived like a saint for such a long time, and he was fed up with it.
"I want to end this shameful and unacknowledged life. You are my wife; we belong together, it's only right. You always rejecting me disregards my rights as a husband, don't you understand?" Alexander spoke harshly, nearly collapsing at the thought of Nora going to Sydney tomorrow with her father, who was obsessed with her.
What exactly did he owe Isaac Thompson in a past life, to have a daughter like this, forcibly marry him, and then compete with him for her?
In his heart, he marked countless 'XX' over Isaac Thompson's name......
