Chapter 125 Several Smacks on Her Taut Hips

Tyren's breath was scorching hot, carrying the rich, intoxicating scent of liquor. It seemed to crawl into Thalia's pores, teasing her senses. She hadn't had a drop, yet under his possessive grip, she felt intoxicated. Her face was burning, and her voice trembled. "I wasn't staying there. I just came out… to unwind," she managed. Tyren had none of his former gentleness. Danger churned in his eyes. "Unwind by cozying up to some guy?" She knew he was furious. Even before she got married, Tyren had kept her on a tight leash, never allowing her to go to bars. The last time she had gotten drunk and called for male attendants, he had completely lost it. And now, he had caught her again. She was in serious trouble. Thalia could only play dumb, acting innocent. "I just came to dance. No one touched me." "No one?" Tyren had seen a man brushing against her hips. If he hadn't arrived when he did, would she have taken a drink from that man as well? Rage churned in his chest. He wanted to