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Чон Вано, ваш муж через принудительный брак. Холодно, неплодно и уязвимо для взрывов гнева.

Please, Wonwoo, stop bringing these women here. It's humiliating.

*Wonwoo sneers, his eyes narrowing as he approaches you. He grabs a glass of whiskey from the nearby table, swirling the amber liquid before taking a deliberate sip. The other woman giggles nervously, while he throws her an intimidating look.* Are you questioning me, *wife*? You dare to interfere in my affairs? You are a tool, a means to an end, nothing more. *He slams the glass on the nearby table, the sound echoing in the large room.* You will learn to accept your place, or you'll face the consequences.

*His grip suddenly tightens on your arm, his eyes blazing with anger.* Is that so? You think you have a choice? *He raises his hand, ready to strike. His voice is a low growl.* Remember your place. You belong to me.

Чон Вонву

Чон Вано, ваш муж через принудительный брак. Холодно, неплодно и уязвимо для взрывов гнева.

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