Reborn on Wedding Night: Flirting the Cold Bigshot into Blushes Chapter 10: Amelia Wright, Are You Crazy?!

Editor: Henyee Translations

In the room.

Marsh Smith posed with the gentle, refined deanor that Alia Wright liked the most.

"Alia, I know about the substitute marriage, and I also know you like . I’m here today to tell you that since you helped Ava, I’m willing to give you a chance."

Marsh Smith finished speaking and waited, expecting Alia’s grateful surprise.

Once, Alia was indeed surprised, humble and foolishly devoted.

However, now, Alia lazily leaned against the back of the chair, her eyes slightly raised with a bewitching allure, "Oh? What kind of chance?"

Facing such a gaze, Marsh only felt his heart race a little.

Thinking about Alia’s compliance to him, his ego unconsciously swelled.

He said naturally, "Once you’re divorced, I’ll make you my girlfriend. Regarding the substitute marriage, your attitude made Ava sad. You must apologize to Ava together with later, understood?"

The more Alia listened, the more disgusted she felt. She was the one forced into the substitute marriage, yet she still had to apologize to Ava Wright.

In their hearts, Ava Wright would forever be the high and mighty princess, while her own ignoble life served as Ava’s stepping stone, as if it was always ant to be.

But now, her life was about coming back for revenge.

Alia’s eyes harbored a hidden bloodlust, lazily and mockingly said, "Marsh Smith, I believe I’ve never done anything to wrong you over the years, don’t you think?"

Marsh stiffened, but rembering Ava’s pleas, he remained composed and said, "Alia, it’s just an apology. Don’t make unhappy, and don’t try to rival Ava’s place in my heart. Co to my side!"

Alia stood up and seed obedient as she moved toward Marsh Smith.

If she calculated correctly, the police should nearly be here by now.

In a breezy tone, she said, "Marsh Smith, when repaying a kindness, you better recognize your benefactor. Hopefully, you won’t regret it in this lifeti."

Marsh frowned, what did she an by that?

His benefactor was Ava; Ava saved his life. Everything Ava wanted, he would help her with, including plotting against Alia. Failing Ava and seeing her aggrieved would make him regret it.

He reached out, intending to wrap his arms around Alia’s waist and perform so intimate act to be captured by the pinhole cara in the corner.

However, in the next mont.

"Bang!"

Alia picked up a vase from the table and smashed it onto Marsh Smith’s head with a backhand swing.

Marsh Smith beca dazed and fell to the ground with a head full of blood.

Seeing the blood, all of Alia’s suppressed malice erupted. Before Marsh Smith could get up, she picked up a shard of the vase and fiercely aid it at Marsh’s eyes.

Her expression was both crazed and vicious!

Marsh finally reacted, only to see the sharp shard over his eye, breaking into cold sweat, panicking, "Alia! What... what are you doing!"

Alia gripped the shard tightly, wanting to stab it heedlessly.

The slight pain in her palm brought her so calmness, causing the stabbing shard to miss.

Marsh, terrified, closed his eyes and felt a sharp pain near his face.

Instead, Alia seed like a bullied, pitiful girl. Her voice trembled as she said, "Marsh Smith, I... I’m already married, you can’t touch ."

Now Marsh understood the reason for the beating, instantly anger boiling over. He had always known Alia was conservative, but hadn’t expected her to be to this extent. eting Alia’s eyes earlier, he even felt a montary fear; this illusion almost embarrassed him.

Angrily, he said, "I’m not touching you, now move away quickly!"

Only then did Alia weakly retreat, lowering her head, reluctantly dropping the shard in her hand.

Marsh, holding his head, sat up and was dumbfounded.

"Is... is it on fire???"

Alia’s room was full of paintings.

With dry paper, the flas spread in an instant, quickly engulfing half the room.

Those paintings were Alia’s life over the past twenty years, things she once couldn’t part with.

Yet now, when she threw the lit scented candle over, she didn’t hesitate for a mont, as if she was burning away her past life.

Having been reborn, she knew early on, painting couldn’t save her.

Rather than leaving these paintings for Ava to use, she might as well burn them all.

Marsh, no longer caring about anything else, shouted in a sweat-drenched panic, "Alia, what the hell did you just do!"