His Dangerous Love

Chapter 126 She Really Held a Grudge

Chapter 126 She Really Held a Grudge

"It's simple."

Jefferson smiled wickedly, "What you did to Anna, and then she'll do the same to you."

"What?"

Roger found it absurd.

But he thought that Elianna, being a woman, wouldn't be too harsh. It was still better than facing Jefferson's wrath.

Reluctantly, he agreed, "I'll give you face, Jefferson."

Jefferson glanced at the fingerprint on Elianna's face and said, "Let's start with this injury on her face."

Seeing Elianna hesitate, he pointed at her shoulder, "Roger is known for loyalty. Since he promised you, you can rest assured and go ahead boldly."

At the same time, Elianna also realized what was happening.

Regardless of Jefferson's true intentions, getting revenge would still be satisfying.

She smiled at Jefferson and then walked up to Roger.

Her voice was gentle, "Mr. Roberts, my apologies." Property © of NôvelDrama.Org.

Roger, seeing her weak appearance, didn't think that her slap would be too heavy.

With a contemptuous look, he turned his head without bothering to waste words on her.

"Smack!"

A crisp sound of a slap echoed.

The slap wasn't particularly heavy, but Roger felt a sharp pain on his face.

He wiped his face and saw blood on his hand.

It turned out that Elianna had surreptitiously turned her ring towards her palm.

The diamond ring was stained with blood, losing its original brilliance.

Jefferson smirked at the sight.

She really held a grudge.

"You! You played dirty tricks!"

Roger grabbed her in anger.

Elianna pulled her hand back with a smile, "Sorry, I didn't mean to."

"You deliberately did it, I..."

A yawn interrupted his rage.

Jefferson lazily waved his hand, "Continue."

With Jefferson's command, Roger could only swallow his pride.

After slapping his face, it was the turn of his head.

Elianna didn't hold back, grabbing his head and forcefully smashing it against the wall.

However, as a woman, Elianna was not as strong as Roger, especially since he deliberately didn't cooperate. She bumped him a few times as if tickling him.

Roger broke free from her grip, "Alright, that's enough."

Having lived for so long, he had never been humiliated like this by a woman.

The shame outweighed the pain.

"Jefferson, I've paid back what I owed, isn't that enough?"

At this moment, the hatred in his eyes was no longer hidden. There was no doubt that the enmity between them had been completely created today.

"What's the rush?"

Jefferson picked up an apple from the table and played with it in his palm.

He casually tossed it to Elianna, "Since Roger has been playing with you for so long, let him enjoy an apple."

Elianna hurriedly caught it, wearing a puzzled expression.

Not to mention that Roger couldn't understand, even she couldn't understand what Jefferson was up to.

But her past experiences told her that when she couldn't understand what Jefferson was doing, the best course of action was to obey.

So she found a fruit knife from the fruit tray and quietly started peeling the apple.

The scene looked extremely eerie.

Her forehead was still bleeding, not as severe as before, but occasionally a drop would trickle down her face, creating a strange blood flower.

Roger's heart was filled with fear, and even the sound of the peeling knife along with it became chilling.

Jefferson, on the other hand, was interested in watching Elianna peel the apple. When the last apple peel fell to the ground, he took the fruit knife from her hand.

He gestured towards Roger, "Go feed him."

Elianna became even more confused about what Jefferson was planning, but she could only obediently walk over.

Just as she was about to feed him, Jefferson grabbed her wrist, "Wait."

Waiting for what?

Before Roger could ask, an unimaginable pain spread from his lower body.

He opened his mouth wide but couldn't make a sound, resembling a dead person.

Jefferson leaned over, holding the handle of the knife, and smiled at him.

"Eat the apple."

Jefferson forcefully shoved the entire apple into his mouth. His teeth scraped against the flesh, and Jefferson pushed it in until it propped open his upper jaw, muffling even his screams in his throat.