A Replacement Bride

While speaking, his large hand touched her torn pajamas.
Katherine kicked over at him who dodged her but ended up hurting his wound.
The pain instantly annoyed Joaquin. He stepped forward and pushed the woman against the wall, completely ignoring the
bleeding from the wound. He grabbed her two wrists with one hand and pressed them above her head.
"Still using this trick, eh?"
Katherine struggled for a while, but to no avail.
The man's breath was overwhelming, and the bloody smell added a bit of roughness and malice to him.
He looked at Katherine playfully while the tip of his nose touched her ear.
The warm breath made Katherine blush. She wanted to use her legs to kick her way out, but the man was prepared and directly
suppressed her.
Her slender legs were spread into a humiliating posture, causing her to be immediately furious. "Bastard, let me go!"
Many years ago, there was a person who put her in such a posture and tortured her to no end. Not only was plundering her body
distressing to her, but she also wasn't given any room to free herself.
The sense of humiliation struck like a nightmare, causing Katherine's whole body to constrict tightly.
While speaking, his large hand touched her torn pajamas.
Joaquin did not expect this reaction from her. Soon, his fingers touched the wetness on her cheeks.
Is she crying?
Joaquin wanted to scare this woman who knew nothing about the world, but in the end, she could not take it.
So, he released the restraint on her, got up, pulled a blanket over her, and said coldly, "Don't tell anyone about what happened
today."

Katherine curled up into a ball under the blanket, her shivering figure looking extremely pitiful.
Joaquin was silent for a moment before he turned to leave.
After waiting for a while, Katherine slowly got out of bed and confirmed that there was no one in the room.
Opening her hand, a milky white jade lay quietly on it.
The smooth feel of the polishing and the fine carving work were both more valuable than this piece of jade's inherent value, but
they were all used on a piece of jade of such poor quality.
It could be seen that its significance to the owner was by no means ordinary.
The corners of Katherine's mouth curled with a hint of playfulness. She thought that even a leopard would not know how many
paths a crafty rabbit could take.
At the same time, in the infirmary of the Levisay Residence.
The tray was full of used gauze, and the smell of disinfectant was a bit pungent.
The man in the main hall was leaning on the executive chair. The shirt on his chest had been torn open, exposing his wheat-
colored pectoral muscles. Two doctors were squatting by his thighs and stitching him up.
The nurse holding the tray was anxious as she said, "Mr. Levisay, you need anesthesia—"
"He doesn't need anesthesia." A playful voice came.
A man with slanted eyes and fair skin walked in lightly. His attitude was one of extraordinary recklessness.
After seeing the wounded man, the undisciplined man couldn't help pulling out the handkerchief in his suit pocket to cover his
mouth and nose. "Joaquin, you're really something now. You don't need anesthesia for such a deep wound?"
Joaquin opened his closed eyes slowly and looked at the man coming with a look of contempt. "It's unnecessary for such a small
injury."