Chapter 372

The bucket of water drenched Gideon from head to toe. He looked like a soaked rat. The household staff in the living room were stunned. They just stood there, staring blankly at the scene. After venting her anger, Giselle stood before him, brimming with fury. Her heart pounded violently, and her hands trembled slightly from the intensity of her emotions. Having been thoroughly drenched by her beating, Gideon remained frozen on the couch for several minutes. Gradually, much of the alcohol wore off, and his mind cleared considerably. He paid no attention to the water dripping from his clothes and slumped back on the couch. He raised his head and said with a bitter smile, "That feels good…" He muttered to himself as if he had lost all reason, "I like it when you hit me like this and really teach me a proper lesson. Even if you beat me half to death, it's far better than listening to your stupid wishes for my happiness. Come on. Hit me a few more times…" Once her emotions had settled