Still Wanna Escape After Stealing My Heart? novel Chapter 1368

Sabrina raised her hands and punched the man fiercely. "What are you doing! Sebastian Ford, put me down! We’re getting divorced tomorrow! From tomorrow onward, we’re no longer husband and wife, put me down! Put me down! Sebastian Ford! Please don’t trample on my dignity! Just let me die! If you let me go, I'll smash my head into the wall! Sebastian Ford! Go and see Lori Gibson! Go and see your new lover! She’s younger than I am, more beautiful than I a m, more educated than I am! She lived abroad!

"What am I! I’m just an ex-convict! You jerk! You a**! Put me down! You are dirty! You are disgusting! Put m e down!

"Go to your new girlfriend! I'm just a freaking exconvict! I was imprisoned! Why are you even touching me! Get off of me!"

Sabrina’s tears flowed out of her eyes freely, dripping down her cheeks and onto her hair. His face was drenched in her spit. Even through his shirt, her sharp nails clawed bloody lines on his chest. If he was not wearing a shirt, she might even dig out his organs and intestines!

This woman! She was an expert at beating up her husband! However, no matter how hard she scratched, how loud she screamed, she still could not struggle out of his grasp. The man hugged her to himself even

tighter. He kicked the bedroom door open and threw her onto the bed. Before he could pounce on her, she raised her leg and kicked him.

"Sebastian Ford, you jerk! If you dare touch me, I'll smash my head into the wall and die! You f*cking jacka**! Die, you jerk!"

She screamed her head off, sobbing at the top of her lungs while her fingers never stopped moving, digging her nails into whatever flesh she could reach. His skin burned from her sharp nails, it felt as if her nails were sharper than the claws of a cat!

However, even though Sabrina exerted all her strength, she was no match for him. Within a minute, her limbs were completely restrained by him.

As he spoke, he had already torn her clothes apart! One of his hands caught both her wrists and raised them above her head, locking them in place. Meanwhile, his other hand tore at her clothes freely. Layer by layer, from her outerwear to her more intimate innerwear. Within two or three minutes, all o f her clothes had been ripped off.

They were very familiar with each other's bodies, engaging in amorous activities at least several times a week. However, at that moment, she felt nothing but humiliation for appearing in front of him like this.

She hated herself for being so weak. She hated that she could not kill him right now. But most of all, she hated herself for continuing to love him.

That was right.