Elyseen roughly grabbed Brynlee's hand and half dragged her out of the car. Brynlee babbled incoherently, cursing Elyseen for treating her so rudely.
"Can you walk slowly? You're hurting my hand!"
"I'd rather hurt your hand than cut it off and throw it to the dogs. What do you think you've done?"
“Sshhh… you really are a rude jerk.”
Brynlee's vision was a little blurry, but she managed to recognize Elyseen well from his voice and very high temper. She couldn't be wrong that the man was Elyseen. Her asshole husband.
"Of course. And I can be rougher than this. Why did you leave the hall?”
“Elyseen… can you be gentle with me?” Brynlee patted Elyseen's face with both hands. The look in her eyes showed sadness and plea.
"You're drunk. Why did you leave the hall? Answer me."
Brynlee purs
