My Husband, Warm The Bed novel Chapter 163

Although January was almost over, it was still cold in Beaford City.

Kristine Daly had not stepped out from home from the past few days. She was home all day long but dressed herself up beautifully still.

Since young, she had always been a woman who cared about her looks.

She did not give up although her face was ruined. She thought that good makeup was equally important.

From behind, people couldn't see her scarred face. Looking at her silhouette, she would still be outstanding.

Her waist was slim and her wavy blonde hair was hanging freely on her shoulders.

Charlie picked up the bowl and took a few sips. Then, his eyes fell on Kristine's back.

She was wearing a bright red coat today. The coat was as red as blood. It was so red that it was shocking.

He stared at her for a long time, Charlie didn't want to look away. It doesn't make sense that she's still listening to him like she used to.

Could it be—

Thinking of this, Charlie looked away from her and turned to the soup in the bowl in front of him.

He drank it too fast because he hadn't had a good meal for days. He didn't notice that the taste of this soup was different than before.

At this moment, he tasted a hint of drugs in the soup. It was definitely not the scent of herbs, but another kind that he didn't know about.

"F**K!" He cursed, picked up the bowl, and threw it at Kristine. "What the f**k did you put in this soup, b*tch?" He shouted angrily.

The bowl hit Kristine's back, making a muffled sound. The hot soup instantly left a greasy stain on her red coat.

The soup dripped along with the coat and reached the ground.

Kristine did not look back. She straightened her back and stood as stiff as a sculpture.

Seeing her response, Charlie was even angrier. He grabbed a spoon from the table and threw it towards Kristine again. "Are you f**king dead? Turn around!"

The spoon did not hit Kristine this time. Instead, it passed by her ear and fell next to her feet, making a tinkling sound.

She clenched her hands by her side as if she was going to bury her nails into her palm.

She bit her lips and slowly turned around, smiled slightly as if she was pretending to be calm. "Master Gook, I'm kind enough to feed you the dog's soup. It's fine that you don't pay me gratitude, but you dared to hit me with a bowl of soup. What do you think I should do with you?"

She said ruthlessly, but her eyes were shining. Her smile, which she had tried her best to maintain stretched the scar on her face, revealing a disgusted look.

Looking at Kristine's distasteful scar and listening to her words, Charlie suddenly felt nauseous.

His heart sank and he looked back at the bowl of soup in front of him. There must be something wrong with the soup, but he didn't know what the b*tch added inside.

He stood up abruptly, but his head felt numb. Before he could think, the monstrous anger took over his mind. He stepped over next to Kristine and grabbed her hair. "B*tch, you try to kill me? It's not that easy!" Then, he grabbed Kristine's head and slammed it against the table. "I'll kill you today, b*tch."

Kristine couldn't react in time, and she's far weaker than Charlie. Suddenly, she heard a muffled sound exploded in her ear followed by a roar in her head.

Over these few days, Kristine did not get anything done. She could only think of how to kill the b*stard, Charlie.

She wanted to kill him and take everything away from him. She wanted him to pay the price for the things he had done.

Initially, she was still thinking about how to approach Charlie, but who knows that this b*stard would come to her by himself. She almost got flooded with joy while preparing chicken soup for this bastard, and put the sleeping pills she had kept for a long time into the chicken soup.