President's Contract Wife

Chapter 102 Threaten Her



Chapter 102 Threaten Her

Drugs? Nina suddenly opens her eyes!

How could this despicable man threaten her with drugs?

“Lucien, you’re not human!” Nina is furious.

“If you are submissive, of course I will not inject drugs into you.” Lucien opens his eyes. His sharp eyes

are filled with anger. “If you run away again, Nina, don’t blame me for being rude!”

“Lucien! I’ll kill you!” Nina is desperate. She pounces on Lucien. She punches him with both hands.

If it isn’t Lucien, how could her father have died after the operation? Everything is caused by this man!

Her life and her home are ruined by this man!

“Nina, I warn you. Be quiet!” Lucien’s hands hold on to Nina’s waving hands. He warns coldly.

Nina’s eyes glares at Lucien, “Lucien, one day you will pay for what you have done! You will be

punished!”

Lucien laughs fiercely. “Well, I’ll wait and see what will happen to me!”

Nina is locked in bed by Lucien for dinner.

Lucien orders Nina to eat all the food as high as the mountain.

“Eat it all. Otherwise...” He looks at Nina’s open neckline.

Nina covers her collar and is silent. She neither eats nor quarrels with Lucien.

Nina is so quiet. She is heartbreaking. She is like a living dead person.

Lucien is drinking soup. He looks at Nina and frowns. “Nina, if you think I’ll be angry, you’re naive!”NôvelDrama.Org © 2024.

Nina is still silent and unresponsive.

Lucien pulls Nina. He covers her lips with his hot lips. He squeezes Nina’s jaw with his big hand. He

pours all the soup in his mouth into Nina’s.

Seeing Nina drink the soup, Lucien lets go.

Nina chokes and coughs, “Lucien! You pervert!”

Lucien contentedly licks his mouth with the tip of his tongue and says, “if you don’t eat, I’ll be more

perverse to you!”

Lucien is a dirty guy with no bottom line. Nina hugs her arms in fear. She doesn’t know what Lucien is

going to do.

Lucien presses the bedside bell: call today’s cook.

After a while, a middle-aged woman comes in trembling.

Nina frowns. “What’s Lucien doing? Does he want the cook to feed her?”

Lucien looks at the cook with cold eyes. “Did you cook today?”

The middle-aged woman is frightened by Lucien’s eyes. She has long heard that young master has a

bad temper. She believes it now.

She kneels on the ground. “Young master, today I cooked.”

Lucien glances at Nina and says to the cook, “it doesn’t look like you are good at cooking. Miss

Morrison doesn’t want your meal. I will punish you.”

The cook is so scared that he kowtows desperately. “Young master, if the meal is not delicious, I will

make another one for Miss Morrison. I am too old to be punished.”

Lucien’s dark eyes flickere. “Even if you cook again, Miss Morrison may not want to eat it. You will be

whipped thirty times.”

“Don’t, young master! Young master, it’s my fault. Miss Morrison doesn’t like my cooking. I will pay

attention next time. If I am whipped, I will die!” The cook kowtows and cries.

Lucien doesn’t answer. The cook scrambles to Nina’s feet. She pulls her skirt and kowtows

desperately, “Miss Morrison, please help me! I can’t stand being whipped 30 times! Miss, please!”

This despicable man even threatens her with a cook!

Nina grins and says, “Lucien, what else can you do but threaten me?”

Lucien says leisurely, “yes, I can only threaten you. Nina, you decide! If you don’t eat today, the cook

will be whipped! Whenever you don’t eat, the cook will be beaten!”

Nina is completely speechless!

She picks up the chopsticks to pick up the vegetables and puts them in her mouth.

Lucien has a smug smile. He says to the cook who is still kowtowing, “get out!”

The middle-aged woman rushes out. She is afraid that she will really be whipped.

Nina seems to be venting at dinner. She has no regard for her image. She has no appetite at all. She is

angry.

“Eat slowly, don’t choke.” Lucien also pretends to be kind enough to pass her a glass of water.

Nina spills all that water on Lucien’s pants!


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