Diana was disturbed by the shrill cries and, having gone to bed very late last night, had been called early in the morning and was already exhausted. But thinking of all the things she had caused, Alaric would not let her off so easily, she laughed coldly: "What will Mr. Alaric do to deal with me when he gets back?"

"Scared?"

"I'm afraid Mr. Alaric won't." Having said that, unhurriedly, he took out his phone from his nightgown pocket and quickly swiped open the live app: "Mr. Alaric is going to be violent. Are you interested in watching?"

"What are you doing?" Alaric frowned. He held Diana in both hands and had no extra hands to snatch her phone.

"Isn't it obvious? Of course it's a live stream, showing the fans of the live stream how Mr. Alaric deals with his wife." Diana had a completely motherly look of not being afraid of you: "Oh, right, domestic violence should play a decisive role in winning a divorce."

"Diana!"

"Angry again? You see, if you don't divorce, you'll be old with my anger every day, ah --"

A sudden thud.

One weightlessness, she felt as if she had fallen off a cliff into a bottomless abyss.

She fell onto the bed and her phone was thrown aside.

It was obvious that Alaric was furious, and her strength was increasing invisibly, and Diana felt that her internal organs were about to shift.

She just wanted to annoy him, make him annoyed with her, and make him let her go voluntarily!

Alaric, with a sullen face, still looks like a born king.

"Want a live stream?" "Diana, you're the first woman to dare to provoke me." Alaric impatiently pulled the button off the collar of his shirt.

"You're also the first man who only uses the strong and useless to me!"

"Useless man?" This sentence directly challenged the man's bottom line and made him furious to the extreme.

"A man who only knows how to be strong is not useless. It shows that you have no charm and can only rely on strength."

"Fine, I'll let you take the initiative."

While Alaric was speaking, Diana propped herself up and reached for the phone. Suddenly, a dark shadow descended, Alaric stretched out his long arm and pulled the phone away, his palm touching the phone screen, and the live broadcast was turned off.

Pressing the inner line, soon the servant knocked on the door and came in, holding the tray, on the tray was the bottle of aromatherapy just now...

Could it be that he was trying to take the initiative in this way?

"Ha, it seems Mr. Alaric is not only useless but also has to rely on medicine..."

Alaric, not swayed by her provocation, curled the corner of his mouth and ordered, "Light it."

The purple flame in the aromatherapy cup danced merrily and soon gave off a faint fragrance.

It's a scent called ambergris mixed with musk.

It's so uncomfortable!

Alaric stood by the bed as if watching a good show, neither approaching nor intending to make a move, as if merely watching the prey's dying struggle.

Diana was already dazzled by the incense and glared at Alaric hard: "Alaric, you are despicable!" "

Alaric has always been averse to using such things, but if the woman in front of him asks for it, it can be an exception.

It's hot, really hot, with a tingling sensation, like millions of ants crawling.

"Please me, please me help you."

He never touches women.

Except that night.

This woman made an exception for him. For the first time, he actually thought it tasted good...

As if she had smelled a man's scent, Diana closed her eyes and reached out to catch him, but the man's scent was so familiar that she frowned and let go: "No! I don't want you!"

"Not me? Who do you want?" Alaric frowned unhappily, remembering the man she had gone to the hospital last night: "Caleb?"

Diana's last sense of sanity was to infuriate him: "Yes --"

"......" The couplet was like a torch flung into gasoline, exploding: "Woman, do you know what you're talking about?"

The man's tidal breath was like a tidal wave, originally intended to wait for a chance to come, but upon hearing her 'yes', a flash of lightning and thunder flashed through his mind, and he was about to rush forward --

"Don't come here!" The man's unique musky scent drew nearer, and Diana's subconscious told her not to let him touch it, that she would feel sick, so she moved back.

It's already like this and you still won't let him touch it?

With a flick of his palm, he knocked over the incense on the bedside table, and the wax oil dripped onto the expensive pure wool carpet. The flames quickly licked open, and in the blink of an eye, a large area was burned.

He roughly reached out to grab her ankle and drag her over, but only grabbed the air.

The fire made Diana's body even more scorching, but her consciousness became a little clearer: "It's on fire..."

"It's me on fire!" He was burning hot all over, and the fire in his body was no better than that pile of fire.

"Don't touch me!" Diana saw that the man was still alive and wanted to approach her, but she was so exhausted by the incense that she had to take a desperate gamble and push back hard.

Bang, her back hit the corner of the bedside table, and without caring about the pain, she reached behind and grabbed the lamp and threw it at him without hesitation!

Unfortunately, she was easily dodged by Alaric, and almost at the same time she grabbed a book and threw it at him...

The book just rubbed against his left arm, which was not painful, but the Alaric's anger had reached its peak and he grabbed her ankle.

She was so startled that she reached out to the bedside table in a hurry. There was nothing to throw on the table except for the clattering of the ring against the table. She froze for a second, opened the ring, and pointed the silver needle at Alaric: "I warn you not to come here!"

"To prick me?" Alaric didn't expect Diana to guard him like a pervert with a hidden weapon.

She let go of her ankle, her black eyes narrowed deeply, like a determined black panther, staring at the prey before her, slowly, slowly, she walked over...

The silver needle of the ring glinted coldly in the light, following the figure.

Soon, the needle pressed against his chest, and with force it would Pierce through his clothes and into his skin, and if it was long enough, it would Pierce straight into his heart...

"What? Dare not stab?" The man's evil eyes shone with sharp cold light: "Shall I help you?"

The spot of Alaric's heart turned towards the silver needle, which pierced through his shirt, startling Diana's hand to twitch.

The silver needle, about the length of a middle finger, was coiled in the ring under an oval-shaped green-red gem and would automatically straighten out when released.

The needle was so long that it would Pierce the heart with just a little force, so she hesitated for a moment.

"Don't be afraid, baby, let it in!"

"Do you think I'm afraid?" "

Diana held the ring in both hands, her palms sweaty, and tentatively poked a few millimeters forward, but the Alaric remained motionless and unaltered.

He really wasn't afraid?

Seemingly sensing Diana's hesitation, the man deliberately moved closer to her as if he were sure she wouldn't do anything to him.

Diana held her breath and struggled to open her eyes wide, looking clearly as the needle pierced into the man's chest bit by bit.

Alaric chuckled and, with his big palm, grabbed Diana's hand and forcefully thrust the needle into his heart!