Queenie's scrutinizing eyes swept across my face.
With a smile on the corner of her mouth, she said, "I don't think this face of yours is that pretty. Why on earth is Theo Grant so obsessed with you? Could you have used some sort of witchcraft?"
She swiped her hand violently, and there was a sting on my jaw from the force of her hand. I hissed from this and could feel her fingernails swiping across my face. There was even a little blood oozing from my chin.
“Hey now, you feel pain just from that? It seems that Theo usually protects you all too well. Say, if I get plastic surgery to look like you and went to him, he probably wouldn't notice it, right?" Queenie touched her face and started to daydream.
I smiled lightly and could not seem to agree with her." You're wrong. He has feelings, and he’ll be able to feel that you're not me."
Hearing this, Queenie laughed a few times. "You’ve watched way too many TV shows. No one believes in telepathy, Wanda. Now that you've fallen into my hands today, I won't let go of you."
"What do you plan on doing?”
Then, she glanced at the second floor. Someone appeared at the window holding onto Munchkin.
"Munchkin!” "Mommy.”
I glared at her. “What on earth are you up to?”
Queenie looked at Munchkin upstairs. "You're such a cute little kid. I can't bear to do anything to you, so don’t worry."
Immediately afterward, she fixed her eyes on my stomach. "However, the one in your stomach hasn't come out just yet, so I can't see how cute it is.
Naturally, I won't be soft-hearted."
I glanced down subconsciously, and my heart trembled. "Don’t... Don't you dare!"
"Of course, I wouldn't do it myself. I promised them that they'd have a taste of you today." Queenie turned her gaze on the two men who caught me. "You two should still be very interested in her. After all, she still has a bit of beauty.”
She smiled contemptuously, "I think letting your child watch everything from upstairs would be fun."
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