15. He Was Just Tired

“Her skin was smooth. If only that b*tch did not fight back, I almost got a score with her,” Jacob said to his friends, who were also drinking in that pub.

Xavier’s eyes widened. His hand trembled around the mug as he looked at the man who was boasting to his friends about the incident. Xavier could not blink his eyes, nor breathe while staring at the man who molested his wife.

He was just imagining how he would kill this man, but now, he’s here, talking sh*t about Bridgette.

“Aren’t you scared?” Jacob’s friend asked. “You might end up behind bars.”

“What are you saying? Me? Behind bars? You must be f*cking kidding. It was her fault. If she didn’t mean to seduce me, she wouldn’t be so kind,” Jacob said with a malicious grin.

“A pretty and married woman seduced you? Stop dreaming, Jacob.”

“What’s wrong with my face?” Jacob complained as he pointed to his run-of-the-mill face.

His friends' expressions delivered their answers as they are both aware that Jacob's face was very out of Bridg
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