Married Ex-Fiancé’s Uncle (Abigail) novel Chapter 134

Chapter 134 Wait for Me

Facing his suspicion, Abigail remained calm, even softening her tone further. "How could I? John, you've said I'm your wife. Where else would I go?"

She batted her eyelashes, feigning shyness. "I just want our first time to be special."

"Really?" John was swayed.

With a coquettish glance, Abigail spoke demurely, "This is your territory. Could a mere woman like me escape right under your nose? If we're going to play, let's play something enjoyable. John, you're not afraid of a woman, are you?"

No man could resist such a provocation.

John, predictably, began to feel elated.

He thought, "She can't escape anyway. It's better to untie her than to keep her bound."

John placed his hand on the knot at Abigail's ankle, excitement in his voice as he said, "Alright, I'll untie you. Let's take our time and have some fun!"

Abigail giggled coquettishly.

John slowly untied the rope, not forgetting to take advantage of her.

He was testing Abigail. If she showed the slightest resistance or disgust, he would tie her up again immediately.

Abigail suppressed her revulsion. Once free, she did not rush to escape but put on a docile smile.

John was delighted and said with a wicked grin, "Come here. Let's see what tricks you have up your sleeve."

Despite her disgust, Abigail had to act as if nothing was wrong. She reached up and placed her hand on his shoulder, using it to pull herself up.

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A single Bluetooth earpiece emitted a soft blue light. Marcus listened to the sounds coming through, and when he looked up, his eyes were bloodshot, looking sinister and terrifying.

The next moment, he clenched his fist and slammed it into the floor-to-ceiling window in front of him.

A loud crash followed, but the glass didn't shatter, but the point of impact spiderwebbed with fine cracks.

Shards of glass bit into the back of his hand, and his fingers were instantly mangled and bloody.

Vincent, who rushed in through the door, was startled by the scene.

He quickly reported, "Mr. Fitzgerald, the aviation authority has approved the flight path. The helicopter will arrive on the rooftop in one minute!"

In just a few seconds, the atmosphere in the office seemed even more tense.

Vincent felt a chill and unconsciously softened his breathing.

Two minutes earlier, Marcus had received a phone call and abruptly declared the meeting over.

Then, he ordered Vincent to apply for immediate return to Claudia.

Vincent wondered, "What on earth could have happened to make the usually imperturbable Mr. Fitzgerald so anxious?"

Marcus gazed out the window. A heavy rain was approaching.

The pouring rain washed down. The disgusting man pressed on top of her, immediately starting to tear at her clothes.

All Abigail could see were the endless gray skies and rain and John's grotesque, terrifying face.

Despair washed over her in waves.

But she wouldn't give in, still struggling.

John slapped her face hard.

Abigail felt her ears buzzing, and she couldn't even hear the rain for a moment.

"Bitch, don't you dare run? Run! Why don't you keep running?"

Straddling her, John unbuckled his belt, unzipped his fly, and sneered, "So disobedient. Let's see if I can't make you obedient!"

Abigail's clothes were torn to shreds, the cold wind rushing into her body. She should have been cold, but instead, she felt a strange heat.

Something was wrong...

She was in good shape. She shouldn't have been so weak after running such a short distance, and the waves of heat were not normal.

No, she had been drugged!

Abigail was too desperate to muster the strength to push John away, her fingers digging bloody grooves in the mud.

Just as she was gritting her teeth for a last stand, the sound of rotor blades pierced the tranquility of the wilderness...