Mr. & Mrs.

Chapter 3: Mrs. Hussain, Play with Us

Seeing that she didn't pick up the glass, Alex said in a low voice, "I specially asked others to bring this

wine back from the French royal cellar. I hope you will enjoy it."

Hearing the words, Maisy looked at him and hesitated for a few seconds before taking the glass.

Alex finally changed his attitude towards her. She really didn't want to disappoint him.

After she finished drinking, Alex poured another glass for her.

She drank a lot of wine when she was entertaining guests in the hall just now. After drinking the glass

of wine, she started to feel a little dizzy.

So she looked at Alex and frowned slightly. She said, "I have already drunk a lot. I can't drink any more,

or I will be drunk."

"I’m here. What are you afraid of?" Alex said softly, then handed the wine in his hand to Maisy again.

Seeing his rare gentleness and enthusiasm, Maisy picked up the wine glass. Belongs to NôvelDrama.Org - All rights reserved.

After this glass of wine, her face turned red. At the same time, she felt dizzier.

Seeing her face red and her head hanging down as if she was about to be drunk, Alex held the goblet

tightly. After hesitating for a moment, he said in a low and charming voice, "Maisy, come on, let’s have

a drink."

…

The cup fell. Drunk Maisy was lying on the exquisite dining table, but there were still tears in the

corners of her eyes.

She was dreaming. She must be dreaming. Otherwise, how could her husband, who was indifferent to

her for a year, prepare surprises for her and drink with her?

A faint smile was on her face. If this was really a dream, she wouldn’t want to wake up. Just let her

indulge in the dream and never wake up.

Alex looked at her who was already drunk. He frowned again. A hesitation flashed in his eyes.

Suddenly, his mobile phone vibrated. After taking a look at it, he answered it.

On the other end of the phone came the voice of a man, "Alex, how is it? Is she drunk?"

Alex glanced at Maisy, then replied, "She’s already drunk."

"Okay. I'll go over immediately and leave the rest to me. You can leave her room now."

Alex said, "Just do as I said. Don't screw it up."

"Don't worry. I’ll do it personally. It can’t be screwed up."

...

After hanging up the phone, Alex stared at Maisy for a while. After hesitating again and again, he left

drunk Maisy alone in the room and went out of the room directly.

Soon after he left, another man walked in.

He walked to the dining table and looked at Maisy who was lying on the dining table. A weird smile was

on his face.

"Maisy, your nightmare begins."

...

"Hot...so hot..." When Maisy woke up, she felt as if someone set off a fire in her body. She felt hot and

uncomfortable.

She moved her slender body. Her little white hands were tearing her dress.

The beige dress was pulled down by her, then the shoulder strap slipped down, revealing the fair sleek

shoulder.

The dress which were long enough to cover her ankles also went up because of her moving, revealing

her slender legs.

Because her head hurt a little, she raised her hand to rub her forehead. She slowly opened her eyes.

What caught her eye was the magnificent large chandelier and the ceiling printed with European

figures.

Where was she?

Because she just woke up, she was a little confused.

At this time, a strange voice came into her ears.

"Mrs. Hussain, you are awake, then have fun with us."

Hearing the sound, Maisy looked over. She saw three snickering and wretched men staring at her

obscenely.

Her expression changed slightly, "Who...who are you?"

When she asked this, she saw everything around her clearly.

Around her was splendid walls and long corridors. She was lying on the corridor covered with precious

Persian carpets.

She was slightly startled. How could she lie in the corridor of the hotel?

Wasn't she drinking with Alex? How come…?

What happened?

A panic and incomprehension flashed through her eyes. She was about to get up but her slender arms

were caught by two big hands.

In a panic, Maisy looked at the two wretched men who were holding her. While struggling, she shouted,

"What are you going to do? Let go of me, let me go..."

"Mrs. Hussain, don't move. Have fun with us." After one of the wretched men said, he reached out to

take off Maisy's dress.

Maisy panicked and wanted to reach out to stop him, but because two men held her hands, she

couldn’t struggle away even if her wrist turned red.

"Let go of me... You let me go..."

She felt unprecedented panic, fear, and anger. Struggling desperately, she was trying to dodge the

touch of the wretched men. Tears welled up into her eyes, "You bastards. If you dare to do something

to me, I will not let you go... Help, Alex, help..."

Hearing her calling Alex, the wretched man who grabbed her left arm looked at her with laugher and

said, "Mrs. Hussain, don’t call Alex. He won't come to save you. He paid us to have fun with you. Mr.

Alex is so generous. He’s even willing to give his wife to other men..."

"What are you talking about?" Hearing what the wretched man said, Maisy suddenly stopped

struggling. She looked at the wretched man in disbelief. What the wretched man said kept echoing by

her ears.

Alex paid for them to have fun with her. How could it be possible? How was this possible?

Another wretched man smiled and said, "We said that your husband paid us to play with you. I really

don't know what he thinks. You are so beautiful, but he is willing to give you to us. "

"Yeah, besides he didn’t allow us playing in the room. He asked us to play with you in the corridor, and

he said that he would give us a lot of money..."

After listening to them, Maisy's eyes widened with tears. She kept shaking her head, crying in disbelief,

"Impossible, impossible. Alex would not treat me like this."