Chapter 14

Damien was so angry he almost laughed. He sneered. "Who told you I didn't like her? I love her. "She's the one I love most, and you're nothing but a plaything! Who permitted you to lay a hand on her? Taylor, get on with it. Do I need to teach you how to do it?" Taylor muttered, "If he loved Ms. Wilde, would he have treated her like this?" He truly didn't understand. But he still obediently did as Damien instructed, slapping Ophelia with all his strength. There was a clear difference in strength between men and women. Ophelia's face immediately swelled up with just one slap, losing all trace of her previous fragile pitifulness. She was beaten so hard she could only lean weakly against the wall. Now, genuine tears were streaming down continuously. Gone was her earlier defiance, and she instantly became submissive, pleading, "Damien, I know I was wrong. I really know I was wrong. Please let me go, okay? I can apologize to Ms. Wilde. "Stop hitting me. If you keep going, I'll die!