"Wyatt Perry, bastard... bastard... you big bastard..."
After a long time, Claudia Ross's tears dried up, and she felt like a rag doll.
She began to hate him again. This man just couldn't be given any kindness. She had forgotten the pain once her wound healed, and deserved to be treated so tragically!
A dull pain crossed Wyatt Perry's chest as he thought of those photos that robbed him of his sanity. He said harshly, "Even if you hate me, I will never let you meet Mark Reed again. You are mine!"
She was just a helpless little lamb, unable to fight back even as he bit her.
Claudia Ross bit her lower lip, not making a sound despite the pain, her tears uncontrollably streaming down.
Seeing the tears on Claudia Ross's face, the anger in Wyatt Perry's heart gradually subsided.
"Does it hurt a lot?" Wyatt Perry bent down to kiss away the tears on her face, "Your skin is too tender."
Claudia Ross turned her face away to avoid Wyatt Perry's kiss, her whole body tensing up.