C27 Who Knows Who Is More Comfortable?.

Athena returned to the Moore family's villa in a car. In fact, she didn't want to come back, because the people of the Moore family didn't welcome her.

However, she had no choice but to come back to take some of her personal belongings.

However, when she stepped into the Moore family's gate, she was immediately scolded by Bryant, "Ah, you shameless ingrate, how dare you step into the Moore family's gate again?"

"Aunt …"

"Don't call me that, I can't take it, Mrs. Sanchez." Bryant mocked her coldly.

"I just came to take some things, I'll be leaving soon." In her heart, Athena felt very wronged, so she silently walked upstairs.

Bryant wanted to stop her again, but Armando, who had just come in, stopped her, "Alright, stop messing around, let her take it."

"Thank you, uncle." Athena thanked him gratefully.

Armando's face turned to the side, obviously, he was also full of resentment towards Athena.

Athena's eyes turned red. Normally, she had a good relationship with her uncle, but now …

Athena quickly ran upstairs, and in a small bedroom on the third floor, the room was in a mess …

"No …" Athena cried out anxiously and rushed in. She saw that Irene was still wearing her wedding dress and sitting on her bed. In her hands was a large pair of scissors, cutting her photos one by one. Her clothes were torn and tattered.

"What are you doing? Don't touch my mother's things!" Athena shouted angrily and immediately reached out to grab it.

Seeing that Athena was rushing towards her, Irene immediately pointed her scissors at her chest and said, "Athena, if you take another step forward, I will stab you to death."

"Please, give me my mother's picture." Tears streamed down Irene's face as she begged her.

"Don't even think about it!" Irene purposely squeezed the picture in her hand into a ball and threw it out of the window. "Jump down and pick it up."

Irene was so angry that her breathing became ragged. Her eyes were filled with pain as she stared at the ruthless-looking Irene.

"Oh, right, this is a package I just received today. There are two sets of very beautiful evening gowns inside. The sender is your Elder Brother Hollis." Irene suddenly laughed like a madman and was very pleased with herself.

"Give me the clothes!" Irene immediately shouted angrily.

"Dream on. I have taken a fancy to these gowns. I won't cut them off. I want to wear them." As Irene spoke, she pushed Irene.

"Give it back to me!" Irene roared angrily and pushed Irene down onto the bed. Irene anxiously snatched a gown and a picture of her mother that had not been cut off. She turned around and ran downstairs.

Irene chased after her angrily and scolded, "Athena, you sleep with my husband. I want to sleep with your man. Do you believe that your Elder Brother Hollis will fall in love with me?"

Irene's mind was in a mess. She ran out of the hall in one breath and then thought of something. She turned around and ran in another direction.

On the lawn under the window on the top floor, she kept searching. Finally, she found the picture that was pinched into a ball. She quickly picked it up and ran out of the door again.

Sitting in the car, Athena felt that she had taken a risk. This was her home in the past, but now it was so strange.

Irene had destroyed all the things in her room. She must have hated Athena to the core.

Forget it. At least, Athena had gotten a picture of her mother and a gift from Halls. It was enough.

The car drove back to the Estate Villa of the Sanchez family.

At the entrance of the hall, when Athena walked into the living room with a suit in her arms, Wensel, who was sitting on the sofa and waiting for her, squinted her cold eyes.

"What about your things?" Athena said that she wanted to go back and clean up. At least, there should be a box or something like that.

"No more! All my things were destroyed by Irene." Athena gritted her teeth in anger and blamed it all on Wensel.

Yes, it was all this man's fault. Wensel was the main culprit.

Seeing Athena's miserable appearance, Wensel laughed instead of being angry. He stood up and walked towards her.

After standing in front of Athena, Wensel stroked her messy hair and said lightly, "I will buy whatever you want. Those worthless things can be destroyed. What's there to be sad about?"

"I'm different from you. You're too cold." Athena tried her best to separate herself from Wensel and Wensel. Indeed, Athena and Wensel were different. Athena was nostalgic, and those worthless things carried her memories from her childhood to adulthood. Those things were sentimental.

Wensel scolded Wensel, and his handsome face immediately turned ashen. He sneered, "Alright, we are indeed different. I am the master, and you are just a pet! In terms of species, I am superior to you."

Athena's mind instantly went blank. Wensel was too arrogant.

"Who wants to have sex with me? You are so tired that you look like a cow. I can just lie down and enjoy it. Who knows who is more comfortable?" Athena retorted Wensel, refusing to admit defeat.

Wensel's handsome face turned green with anger. Athena was very unique. Wensel had to flatten all of Athena's sharp horns so that Athena would know that he was the one who had the initiative. It was the first time that Athena dared to speak to Wensel in such a tone.

Athena was just arguing. When she saw Wensel's murderous face, her heart couldn't help but constrict.

Oh no, why didn't Athena learn her lesson? She couldn't provoke Wensel.

"I'm going upstairs." Athena was a little scared. She was afraid that Wensel would use the Moore family to threaten her again.

Wensel was running away. Wensel was running away. Wensel is running away. Wensel is running away...

After a night of sex, it made Athena feel very painful. She felt that committing suicide was better than having sex with Wensel. That feeling of being better off dead made her very embarrassed and angry.

Perhaps, Athena really had to learn to be more obedient and not challenge Wensel's bottom line anymore. Otherwise, the one who would be hurt would be her.

Athena was so tired that she didn't even want to move. She just laid there and fell asleep.

When she woke up in the morning, Athena only felt her waist ache and her back hurt. She felt as if something was crushing her body, and she couldn't use any strength.

"Bastard, devil!" Athena cursed in a low voice. She stood up and felt extremely uncomfortable. There was nothing on her body. Suddenly, she thought of the gown that she had snatched yesterday. It was a rose red color, and the texture was very light. It was designed by Hollis himself, so it was definitely very suitable for her.

Athena endured the pain and took the gown to try it on.

It was indeed very beautiful. The one-shoulder design revealed Athena's smooth snow-white shoulders, and her back was straight. The lines were smooth.

Athena walked towards the wardrobe. Because there was a mirror there, she could see the effect.

Standing in front of the mirror, looking at the beautiful and exquisite gown on her body, Athena's heart slightly ached again.