Chapter 796 Let's Punish Them Together

After being locked up for so many days, Gia had only seen one side of Wesley. When she refused to eat, he forcefully poured the food into her mouth.

He said, "if you want to die, don't dirty my place."

It was funny. Who imprisoned her and didn't allow her to leave?

Now he disliked her for dirty. Didn't he feel contradictory?

When she calmed down and picked up the brush, the door was opened.

She knew it was him, but she didn't show it and continued what she was doing.

Until the man stood behind her and looked down at the scenery blossoming under her brush.

He frowned and his eyes were dark.

"It's such a beautiful scene. It's really stained to draw it from your hand."

It seemed that Gia had guessed what he would say, so she didn't take it seriously. She chuckled and put down the brush.

"Are you here to let me go?"

After so many days, it was time for him to stop being childish.

"Tonight, I'll take you to see his wife." As he spoke, he touched her hair with his slender fingers. It was a little messy and needed to be dressed up.

At last, Gia's eyes were no longer indifferent. She looked into his deep and bottomless eyes.

"What do you want to do?"

Pressing his lips against hers, Wesley rubbed her lips with his finger pulps and smiled.

"Can't I help you solve your rival in love?"

She should thank him for helping her.

Gia stared at the man's eyes, which used to be the support of her whole life.

But now, she resisted. Because she could no longer find the tenderness in it. The only thing left was coldness and presumptuousness.

"You want to make him suffer, don't you?"

He didn't answer, but smiled wickedly.

'Gianna, you will know how painful I was.'

The night fell slightly. When Hilary arrived at the dock, the sea breeze made her hair a little messy.

"Mrs. Gu, please."

The man who had been following the Evildoer came to her, bowed respectfully and politely.

Taking a look at the luxury yacht worth millions of dollars in front of her, Hilary pursed her lips and wondered if she should go up?

Should she call Willie, but... Didn't he tell her about Candice yet!

Anyway, let's talk about business first.

After getting on the yacht, she felt a little regretful.

The sea breeze was a little strong. When she walked into the boat, she saw a coquettish man leaning against the sofa. At first glance, he looked like a concubine lying on his chair.

"Kitten."

With his eyes narrowed, he smiled sexil

ey would do this to Gia. He was so...

"Kitten, in fact, you hate her." Looking at Gia's cold face, he whispered in Hilary's ear.

Hilary shook her head and denied.

"You are lying. You hate her as much as I do. She is a shameless mistress. How can you not hate her for having an affair with your husband? "

"No, they didn't!" Hilary retorted. She believed in Willie and Gia.

"Why did you make things difficult for her, Wesley?" The woman who had been silent finally spoke coldly, but her irony to the man was undisguised.

"How poor you are!"

There was no mercy in Gia's words, but some guilt.

Hilary was in a mess. Feeling that the man loosened his grip on her body, he approached the tied woman step by step with a cold and fierce aura.

Hilary didn't understand why she was involved in their war?

Looking into Gia's eyes, Hilary was about to say something, but was interrupted by the next move of Wesley.

Slap——

The man slapped Gia's right cheek hard.

"…" At this moment, Hilary completely lost her voice.

The slap made Gia seem to have heard the mockery of the waves outside. It hurt, really hurt.

She didn't know if it was because of the pain on her face or somewhere else that there was a trace of blood on the corner of her mouth.

Well, he was really ruthless.

Her jaw was pinched hard by him, and the look in his eyes was like a jackal.

"Gianna, why are you so naughty?" His voice was very light, but it made people feel very cold.

Hilary seemed to have seen the devil hiding behind Wesley. It was so horrible.

A man could be so ruthless that she felt that Gia would die in front of her the next second.