C18 "why Don't We Consummate Our Marriage Now?"

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Cold sweat trickled down Patricia's forehead.

"Since we've already gotten the marriage certificate, let's talk about it first." Keith's tone was arrogant and wicked. With a wave of his hand, he lifted Patricia's hands above his head.

"Let go of me! You are committing a crime!"

"Haha." Keith sneered, "A crime? We have already gotten the marriage certificate. Do you think I am committing a crime? Mrs. Johnson, the weather is beautiful and sunny. Why don't we consummate our marriage now?"

"I will sign." Patricia shouted in panic, "I will sign, I will sign …"

At this moment, regardless of how unfair the contract was, and even if she didn't read the entire contract, she raised her white flag and surrendered to Keith.

It was a promise to her future. She could temporarily compromise with the devil.

"It's too late!"

Her voice was filled with anger.

Keith grabbed her wrists. The sensitive skin of her hand immediately ignited his evil fire.

"Don't, you, let go, let go …" Patricia struggled with all her might, her voice panicked.

Keith suppressed her like a bloodthirsty devil. He smelled the blood thirsty smell. The raging fire in his body crashed into his brain. The unprecedented evilness drove him to do whatever he wanted with the woman under him.

She closed her eyes and said in a panic, "Keith, have you been waiting for someone?"

Her voice was very soft, like the echo of a needle falling to the ground.

Keith's movements froze. His dark eyes stared at her face for a while, and his gaze was deep, making people unable to guess what he was thinking.

"Get up! Sign the contract!"

Keith stood up, his back facing her. His voice was dignified and irresistible.

She pinched her thigh and put on her coat. She forced herself to be calm and signed her name with a trembling pen.

Once the contract was signed, Keith said coldly, "Take the contract and memorize it! The wedding will be held in three days!"

"Three days later?"

"When I told you to leave, you didn't leave. Now..." Turning around, Keith said, "If you dare to run away from the wedding, your sister, your mother, and the others will treat you badly because of you."

The threat was obvious. Patricia pursed her lips tightly, wanting to pick up the contract on the table and smash it at his face.

"Don't be like your father," Keith said coldly. "If you die, you will leave your family behind and suffer in the world."

Hearing this, Patricia glared at him. "My father is not dead. He just went missing!"

Everyone said that her father was dead, but no one had ever seen his corpse. Every day that she didn't see him, she wouldn't admit that her father was dead.

Keith's eyes darkened, and his handsome face was filled with coldness. "Remember the contents of the contract. You can leave now."

"..."

"Stop right there!"

After taking two steps, her cold voice called out to her again. She turned around and Keith strode over, his tall figure enveloping her.

"Take it."

Keith stuffed a stack of hundred dollar bills into Sofia's hands. She estimated that there were at least twenty of them.

"What are you doing?" Patricia did not understand what he meant. Why did he give her money? Was he trying to humiliate her with money?

Keith's gaze was indifferent, and his voice was calm. "We are husband and wife. What can I do if I give you money?"

"There's no need for that."

Keith's lips curled up. His voice was as cold as a frozen lake. "Do you know where this place is?"