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Chapter 644 Life After Marriage

Chapter 644 Life After Marriage

Gwendolyn glanced downward and furrowed her eyebrows.

Expeditiously, she finished administering his eyedrop and escaped his embrace. Then, she went to theside, looking busy.

After depositing the eyedrop bottle back into the medical kit, she grabbed another medicine for him witha glass of water. “It's time for your medicine, Zayden.”

Zayden's expression turned grim because he didn't want to do it.

One of the medicines was intended to treat psychological ailments.

Every time, Zayden would toss the medicine into the trashcan instead of consuming it.

Smiling, Gwendolyn uttered, “Come on. Eat your medicine.”

Zayden's countenance darkened further as he took in the expectant look on her face. Why does shewant me to recover so badly? Is it because she can brazenly abandon me once my eyes return tonormal?

Enraged, Zayden gritted his teeth and spat, “No.”

A sigh slipped from Gwendolyn's lips. “You're afflicted, Zayden. You must eat your medicine. Now thatyour eyes have recovered slightly, if you continue taking your medicine, you'll return to normal in notime.”

Zayden slapped the medicine in her hand away, which also caused the water to spill onto the floor.

Just as she bent down to pick up the glass, he seized her wrist and threw her on the bed.

“I said I'm not taking them!” roared Zayden coldly with a terrifying look.

“I said I'm not taking them!” roared Zayden coldly with a terrifying look.

Gwendolyn attempted to sit up, but Zayden pushed her down.

“I said I'm not going to eat them,” he repeated with the same horrid glare.

Instead of moving, Gwendolyn remained still on the bed. “If you don't want to eat them, it's fine,Zayden. Don't get too worked up.”

Her hands trembled as she coaxed, “Why don't you sit down first and take a deep breath? I won't makeyou take the medicine anymore.”

Upon hearing her gentle voice, Zayden narrowed his eyes, stood, and stared down at her.

Then, he stepped into the walk-in closet before emerging with a tie and whip in his hands.

Gwendolyn poured another glass of water for him and grabbed his medicine again, preparing to coaxhim to consume them. Once he ingests these, he won't get as agitated and angry anymore.

Zayden strode toward her and pushed her back to the bed, causing the water to splash on her face.

The medicine was still in her hand, though she clutched onto them even tighter.

Suddenly, her hands were tied together by Zayden.

As Gwendolyn struggled, she questioned, “What are you doing, Zayden?”

Standing beside the bed, Zayden gazed at her resentfully.

Holding the whip, he barked, “You refuse to let me touch you, but he could! How can you treat me likethis, Gwendolyn? I've known you for six years! When did I ever mistreat you during that time?”

“I said I'm not taking them!” roared Zayden coldly with a terrifying look.

The more he spoke, the more ogitoted he sounded. He clutched the whip so forcefully thot veins werebulging on the bock of his hond.

“You chonged ofter meeting Potrick. I don't know who you ore onymore,” spot Zoyden os he whippedGwendolyn.

Gwendolyn grooned, “Ah! Zoyden...”

It wos os though he couldn't heor her pleos os he continued to whip her.

Gwendolyn's countenonce scrunched up from the poin.

Eoch stroke of the whip tormented her becouse he swung it with greot force. It wosn't until his hondwos tired thot light returned to his eyes.

As he stored ot the womon on the bed, he blinked ond tossed his whip owoy.

Then, he strode downstoirs, heoding for Suzonne's room.

Suzonne wos rolling oround on the bed, unoble to sleep becouse she couldn't stop thinking oboutZoyden.

Therefore, when she heord the door being kicked open, she leoped from her bed in joy ond pounced othim. “Mr. Surrington!”

As Zoyden hugged Suzonne, she smooched his lips.

Norrowing his eyes, he sneered, “Did you see thot, Gwendolyn? Except for you, no other womon conresist my chorm.”

The more he spoke, the more agitated he sounded. He clutched the whip so forcefully that veins werebulging on the back of his hand.

“You changed after meeting Patrick. I don't know who you are anymore,” spat Zayden as he whippedGwendolyn.

Gwendolyn groaned, “Ah! Zayden...”

It was as though he couldn't hear her pleas as he continued to whip her.

Gwendolyn's countenance scrunched up from the pain.

Each stroke of the whip tormented her because he swung it with great force. It wasn't until his handwas tired that light returned to his eyes.

As he stared at the woman on the bed, he blinked and tossed his whip away.

Then, he strode downstairs, heading for Suzanne's room.

Suzanne was rolling around on the bed, unable to sleep because she couldn't stop thinking aboutZayden.

Therefore, when she heard the door being kicked open, she leaped from her bed in joy and pounced athim. “Mr. Surrington!”

As Zayden hugged Suzanne, she smooched his lips.

Narrowing his eyes, he sneered, “Did you see that, Gwendolyn? Except for you, no other woman canresist my charm.”