The Sweet Rival (Mango Shen and Nathaniel Ye) novel Chapter 1577

Mango blushed a little while Priscilla considered the feasibility of doing so.

Nathaniel saw that Priscilla was no longer crying and continued to say, "A man like Tristan must be punished. Both of you just got married, yet he treated you like this. You will have many more years together. If anything like this happens again, can you tolerate him doing this again?"

"No way!"

Priscilla had already felt upset the first time this happened. How could she allow this to happen a second time?

"Then ravish him!"

Mango finally realized that Nathaniel was fanning the flames.

She glared at Nathaniel and said, "Priscilla, don't listen to him. He's talking nonsense."

"You can attend to your business now. I'll go back and get ready."

Priscilla suddenly turned around and left.

Mango asked in surprise, "What do you need to prepare?" "Candles, whips, and all kinds of punishment

tools! I'll make sure he learns his lesson!"

Priscilla then slammed the door after saying that, which gave Mango a scare.

"F*ck, does she need to be so violent?"

"Nathaniel, if anything happens to Tristan, I will not let you off!"

Nathaniel, however, pulled Mango over and said with a smile, "What could happen to him when he has such thick skin? Besides, this is pleasure in the bedroom. Why don't we give it a try too?"

"Get lost!"

Mango felt that Nathaniel had become cheeky.

After Priscilla went back, she asked someone to prepare these things. When Tristan finally reached the palace, he felt his legs were about to give out. The captain of the guards then came to him.

"Mr. Hans, the Fifth Princess wants you to see her in her palace."

There was a trace of pity in the captain's eyes.

Tristan looked at him and felt something was wrong.

"You're asking me to look for her in her palace. But why are you looking at me like that?"

The captain quickly restrained himself and replied, "Nothing."

Tristan was exhausted. But at the thought of his wife's anger, he decided to hurry over.

Tristan then quickly went to look for Priscilla. But as soon as he entered the room, the door was locked from the outside.

Tristan's heart sank at the sound of the door locking, and he felt a little nervous.

"Honey!"

Tristan gave a forceful smile.

Holding a whip in her hand, Priscilla looked at Tristan and said coldly, "Take off your clothes."

Tristan was stunned.

What the f*ck!

Was it going to get that exciting?

But what was her cold look all about?

As Priscilla saw that Tristan did not react, she swung the whip in her hand towards the ground. The clear crackle sent shivers down Tristan's spine.

"Honey, we don't have to go to such extremes, do we?"

"Take off your clothes! Don't let me repeat myself!"

Priscilla had the exact expression when they first met a few years ago. Tristan could guess what would happen next.

Forget it. Since he was already married to her, what was he afraid of?

Moreover, if this could calm his wife down, he had no choice but to give in.

So Tristan quickly took off his clothes and revealed his strong upper body. The perfect abs were still like before, but the knife scar on his body caused Priscilla to tear.

"How did you get injured?"

Priscilla tried her best to suppress her trembling voice as her fingers squeezed the whip tightly.