Betrothed to the Wicked Tycoon

MY.

still the one lying next to me on the bed, not the expected Julian Dan

back until I fell onto the bed, wincing in

rd an irritated

and sitting on the bed, scowling at me. I felt breathless, not knowing what to say. I froze when I heard the sound of my pho

tion to Marcus's intense gaze because he wasn't speaking right now, and he might still be sleepy, so I let

e'll contact her (which he always does whenever I didn't go home that night), and I also opened my GPS to make it easy for him to find me, thinking my plan o

and I saw him stand up

bout his attire. He was about to leave the room

ust ignore it! Let's... let's talk,"

htened my anxiety. I was slightly shocked by what he did next... he pushed me away, opened the bedroom door, and went out. I'm cry

no choice but to wear Marcus's oversize t-shirt that I saw near his table and put on my panties. I didn't

ou do to my daughter?

s angry and loud voice outside. I quickly left

n she saw me. She covered her mou

or. He was holding his cheek, and I noticed his

grily. I looked at him, an

, let me

ly, I grabbed onto something, preventing me from falling. I couldn't help but l

Evelyn! You're just like your sister Elean

dn't look at Daddy, and

l your daughter!"

my arm, causing me pain. "D-Daddy, it

go of

ill crying. Marcus was already standing, wiping the blood from his no

ow dare you hurt your own daught

urprised by M

d, about to throw a punch at Marcus' face again. However, Marcus qu

n shock at what Marc

you beast!" D

s, feeling nervous as he glanced at me. His gaze was different, and I

are you bringing your family he

cus' words. I opened my mouth to

asshole! I won't allow you to esca

us, and he appeared pale with widened eyes. As he briefly looked at

his words, and he continue

t like this. I've only added more problems t