"Enough already, aren't you tired?"
Yumi Stewart was panting, her hair damp and messy.
Her hands were still tightly clutching the clothes.
Jackson Russo seemed to lose his patience, yanking the clothes back from her grasp with force.
Bringing the woman crashing into his embrace.
She resisted and struggled, and Jackson tossed the clothes aside, reaching out to encircle her body.
"Alright, you've almost let out all your anger, haven't you?"
"I don't have the right to throw a tantrum. Let go of me!"
Jackson pursed his lips, as if her words were blocking him.
"Where do you think you're going if I do? Be quiet, or else you'll be in for it!"
Yumi was utterly drained, both physically and mentally.
She couldn't match Jackson Russo in strength, and from the start, she wasn't his match in dominance either.
She had no way to speak confidently in front of Jackson Russo.
Because this marriage was something she had schemed for, her heart was uncertain.
