Chapter 72

The group chat quickly became lively when Paul took the lead to speak.

Friend A: [So, how about it? Did the method I told you work?]

Friend B: [I have told you a long time ago, that women need to be hit sometimes, it makes sense.]

Friend C: [Exactly, and we men are different from women. Women are foolish, a few sweet words can make them happy. Unlike us, you just need to apologize sincerely, hit her again next time, and apologize again. She'll never leave you. Haven't you seen those TV dramas? There's a woman who gets beaten every day, and she can't get used to a day without it, even begging her husband to hit her!]

Friend D: [Haha, are you talking about a porn movie?]

Everyone burst into laughter, and the conversation quickly shifted to another topic, which was about adult men.

After joking with his friends, Paul thanked them earnestly.

He tidied up a bit, left the internet cafe, grabbed some skewers, and brought some food back for Lucille to show his care for her.

This was also his way of apologizing and trying to make amends.

When Paul got home, he found that the messy house he left was now spotless; the house looked brand new, even the sofa covers were washed, and the balcony was full of hanging laundry.

Seeing this, Paul felt quite touched.

"If you had been like this earlier, we wouldn't be arguing every day. We're newlyweds, isn't it better to be sweet and loving every day?" Paul put the food on the table. "Let's live a good life from now on. I apologize for this, it's all my fault. Don't be mad at me anymore. I'll try to control my temper in the future."

Hearing his words, Lucille really wanted to curse out loud!

Remembering Zoey's advice, she held back.

She smiled and sat next to Paul, just looking at him.

Paul didn't say anything more, lightly coughed, and then went to the kitchen to get her some utensils. "I brought this, especially for you, eat up. Look at me, no matter what I do outside, I always think of you when I eat. You won't find anyone better than me if you leave. Lucille, you should be happy."

Hearing that, Lucille just wanted to sneer. How did she not notice how disgusting Paul was when they were dating?

The smile on her lips faded a little, but not too noticeably. "Thanks, but I've already eaten. Leave it there, I'll eat it if I get hungry later."

Paul nodded and placed the utensils on the food.

He wanted to sit next to Lucille, but as soon as he sat down, Lucille stood up, not even a second apart.

Paul looked at her in surprise. "Didn't you want to have a good talk with me? What does this mean?"

Lucille's smile was calm as she looked at him. "Of course, I want to have a good talk. One last question, do you agree to divorce me?"

Paul's excitement turned into anger and impatience because of this question. "You're still bringing this up?"

Didn't they already agree on the phone?

"I called you back just for this! What will it take for you to agree to divorce me?" Lucille's words were more determined than before.

Paul's face changed instantly, wanting to hit something to vent his anger.

His hand unconsciously clenched at his waist, gritting his teeth. "Don't even think about it! Never in this lifetime! Lucille, you want to leave me, dream on!"

Lucille had already guessed that Paul wouldn't give in so easily.

Lucille mimicked Zoey's way of tilting her head, looking provocative. "I insist on getting a divorce."

"Then try it!" Paul's anger exploded in an instant, and he raised his fist to punch Lucille's annoying face.

This punch landed solidly, leaving no room to dodge.

In the past, Lucille would have dodged, whether she could or not, but this time she didn't move, just waiting for Paul's fist to land solidly on her face.

'You need to make the case look like mutual combat, not one-sided abuse. Provoke him to hit you first, make sure he hits first, and take photos to keep evidence.' Zoey's words echoed in her mind.

Lucille glanced at the camera placed on the teddy bear, feeling satisfied.

Although Paul was angry, seeing Lucille smile after being hit made him feel something was off.

He instinctively stopped. "Why are you smiling?"

"Nothing." Lucille's smile deepened. "If you're so curious, I'll show you." She pretended to be mysterious and reached behind the cushion.

Paul curiously leaned in to look.

Lucille pulled out a pepper spray from the small box hidden behind the cushion, seized the opportunity, and sprayed it twice in Paul's eyes.

Paul screamed, clutching his eyes and squatting down.

His eyes immediately felt a burning sensation, excruciating pain.

"Lucille, you bitch, what did you spray on me!" Paul's eyes couldn't open, and he tried to grab Lucille by feeling, but she dodged easily.

Remembering Zoey's words, Lucille sprayed his eyes several more times with the pepper spray to vent her anger.

Paul kept clutching his eyes, most of the liquid spraying onto his hands.

But that didn't matter.

The close-range spray was enough to make him suffer.

Seeing Paul completely lose his ability to move, Lucille was satisfied and put the pepper spray back in her pocket.

Then, she pulled out a black sack from under the sofa and put it over Paul's head.

"What is this?" Paul couldn't see but felt something covering him. He struggled and shouted, "You must be crazy! Lucille! Wait till I get better, I'll kill you! Let me go!"

The more Paul cursed, the tighter Lucille tied the sack.

She watched Paul wobble like a top, then kicked his dick with almost all her strength.

Accompanied by Paul's scream, he curled up on the ground.

Tears were about to fall, but he was helpless.

He instinctively curled up to protect his dick, breathing heavily.

He couldn't even curse anymore.

When he got better, he would definitely kill this crazy woman Lucille!

Listening to Paul's wails, Lucille felt her mood lighten.

How did he hit her before? She was giving it all back now.