The Ultimate Husband

Just then, Tara's movements jerked to a halt.

"Tara!"

Ciara cried out at the sight, biting her lip as she rose into the air to attack Maurice.

Maurice was beside himself with excitement, crying out in delight. "I'm going to see just what you're made of, rich little lady."

As he spoke, Maurice met the blow head-on as a fierce battle broke out between him and Ciara.

Maurice continued to provoke Ciara mercilessly as they fought, his comments growing nastier by the second. This enraged Ciara greatly, but her opponent was far too strong for her to beat. Darryl saw all of this happening from where he was clearly.

Just then, Darryl could see that Ciara was beginning to lose steam under Maurice's relentless attacks, and she was about to keel over.

Yet Darryl was in no hurry to strike.

Ciara had been nothing but arrogant to him, thinking that she was allowed to do so just because she came from a rich family. Well, she deserved what was happening to her.

Just then, over on the grassy plain.

Both blows collided, and Ciara trembled as she stumbled backward, her expression darkening.

"Ho ho!" Maurice chuckled evilly, raising his hand to poke at her.

All at once, Ciara trembled as she stood, unable to move.

Tara got a fright at the sight. "High Lady!"

Following that, she cried out to Maurice, "How dare you, bastard! Let us go, or the Gregory household will get you."

"Ho ho!"

Maurice did not panic in the slightest at the threat. "Is that so? How are they going to hear you? How is anyone going to hear two little ladies screaming in a forest this late into the night? This must be fate. I'm going to have such a good time."

As he spoke, Maurice walked up to Ciara, tipping her chin up with a finger as he grinned. "Am I right?"

Ciara was nothing but disgusted, and she shook her head as she tried to escape. "Get, get lost!" Ciara was nothing but enraged and humiliated then.

She was respected and yearned for wherever she went and had never been humiliated like this before. "Oh?"

Ciara's cries did not make Maurice back down and instead only made him grow with interest. "You've got quite the temper to match that smoking body of yours. You're mine for sure."

As he spoke, Maurice wrapped an arm around Ciara's waist and pulled her into his arms.

Ciara's acupoint had been blocked, and she had no way of retaliation. She cried out, locked in Maurice's grasp.

"Get off me, you bastard! Don't touch me, let me go..." Ciara was beside herself with rage and cried out endlessly.

Tara was enraged as well. "Let my high lady go, you shameless bastard!"

"Oh, what's that?"

Maurice turned to glance at Tara. "Jealous, are you? Don't worry. I'll have my fun with you after I'm done with your high lady..."

As he spoke, Maurice turned back to

marvel at Ciara in his arms. "Don't you worry, my lovely little lady. I be gentle." As he spoke, Maurice's mouth came closer and closer, his expression smug.

Just then, Ciara was nothing but hopeless.

"Oh, wow!"

Yet, at the very last moment, a voice rang through the air. "Hey, buddy! Having some fun with these beauties, are you? Care to share?"

As he spoke, Darryl came walking down the hill slowly.

Maurice was startled at Darryl's voice and turned to look at where the noise had come from. "Which bastard is this?"

At the same time, Tara and Ciara were shocked as well.

Why was this commoner back?

And... what did he just say? Did he want to share with this pervert?

Ciara and Tara were beside themselves with rage and humiliation. "Ho ho!"

Darryl chuckled in the face of Maurice shouting. "Don't worry, pal.

I'm just passing by. I'm not tryine

disturb you. Just thought I'd join in on the fun."

"Get lost!"

Maurice's expression was ashen as he spat the words out coldly.