Chapter 6 Newlywed Husband Brought Back Old Nightmare

"Man, you're unreasonable." Wade swung his fist, trying to punch Jackson in the face. No sooner had he taken a few steps than several bodyguards got out of the car and surrounded him.

An appalled Laura grabbed the handle of Jackson's wheelchair. The agitation caused a cramp in her painful leg, and she fell on him.

"Damn it, get up." His face fell, but he smelt a special fragrance from her body. Her big eyes blinked vigorously, and her eyelids fluttered as she looked at him innocently. He suddenly had a rush of desire but pulled the woman away, "Stay away, I warn you."

A flustered Laura got up. What did she feel? Wasn't he impotent?

Jackson pulled a long face, gritted his teeth, glared at her, asked his bodyguards to push him into the car, and left.

This damn woman should be taught a lesson.

Laura pursed her lips and watched the disappearing car. Given Jackson's gloomy face, he would definitely give her a hard time.

"Well, should we call the police?"

Laura shook her head, "It's okay, and thank you for saving me."

If she called the police, she might be the one going behind bars.

Her cell phone rang. Laura checked the caller ID, got a headache, and hailed a taxi, "There is an emergency, gotta go."

"Well, take care, call the police if necessary..." Wade stop halfway through his speech and scratched his head. He should have left her his contact information...

Laura grabbed the doorknob, paused abruptly, bit her lip, and knocked on the door. After quite a while, Jackson still didn't answer. She had to push open the door and get in.

The room was pitch-dark as the curtain blocked the sunlight. She reached out her hand to turn on the light. All of a sudden, the projector lit up, and Jackson appeared on a whiteboard. Curling up his lips, he gazed at her.

"Finally."

"Mm!" Laura nodded instinctively.

He pressed the remote control with a smirk, and a video on his phone was projected on the screen.

"Go to hell!" In the video, Laura's eyes were filled with rage. From behind, she drew out a fruit knife and stabbed a man in the belly. Crimson blood stained the floor and streamed to her feet.

Her toes curled, and she cowered as if the blood were really flowing to her feet at that moment. Her face turned bloodless, and her lips trembled, "Where... where did you get the video?"

The lights went on, but her eyes were dim. She had never expected to see the video again.

Like a demon, Jackson opened his mouth indifferently, "As my wife, you'd better stay away from other men."

"I didn't... he is really a stranger." Laura clenched her fists and looked desperately at the man. Anger was hidden in her eyes, and she looked like a kitten whose claws had been worn flat.

"Would anyone lie in a stranger's arms? Laura, you think it's so easy to be my wife?" Jackson snorted.

She pursed her lips and expected no nice face from Jackson. What surprised her was his possessiveness. Their marriage was only based on a contract. There were only interests and no love between them. Why did he manipulate her like this?

"Mr. Griffith, you couldn't bear to see me with another man. Does it mean you like me?" She ventured to ask.

Jackson held his breath, and anger burst in his eyes, "Open your eyes and look at yourself. You're dressed like a beggar, and your figure is flat. I want anyone except a murderer."

Laura was soft-hearted, but it didn't mean she had no temper. His words enraged her completely, "So what? If Mr. Griffith has no problem with that aspect, your future child will have a murderer mother."

"Laura, say that again, I dare you!" Jackson let out a breath, gritted his teeth, and stared at the haughty woman.

Laura swallowed, remembered his physical reaction when she accidentally fell into his arms on the road, but would not give in, "Mr. Griffith; I may be pregnant someday, who knows? Show them what you've got."

His eyes turned gloomy, and the air about him froze. As he rolled his wheelchair slowly towards her, Laura felt a shiver down her spine, and her hair stood on end.

She hastened up the second floor, Jackson failed to catch her.

"Get down." His blood was boiling as he looked at the woman on the stairs.

Laura looked down from the commanding position and mocked the man, "Come up if you can!"

His furious face made her cringe. On second thought, she didn't need to fear a lame person.

Jackson narrowed his eyes, "Okay, I'll go up, and you're gonna regret it."

Her heart convulsed as Jackson slowly stood up, stepped on the floor, and ascended the stairs like a king. His eagle's eyes stared at her as he moved closer and closer.

Laura widened her eyes, pointed to the man, slightly opened trembling lips, but words would not come out.

She tried to run, but Jackson quickly grabbed her hand. The back of her head bumped into his chest, which hurt like hell.

He pushed her to the wall and pinned down his prey, "Go on, provoke me, eh?"

"I..." Laura opened her mouth but lost her tongue. The distance between them was so close that she could even smell a unique masculine scent from his body.

His long fingers unbuttoned her clothes, and he looked into her eyes, "Will you do it yourself or need my help?"

Laura shivered. To her greatest surprise, Jackson was not disabled. Her lips opened slightly, "I... I'll do it myself."

Just then, there came a knock on the door. Laura pushed the man away, "I'll get the door."

Jackson watched the fleeing woman and slightly curled up his lips.

Girl, give in.

When Laura opened the door, Iker, the butler, was shocked to see her rosy cheeks, messy hair, and disheveled clothes. Then he saw Jackson and understood everything.

Iker told them that Reid was waiting for them. When they entered the main house, they saw Victoria and her mother.

The Griffiths had a custom. On the last day of each month, all the family members would gather in Griffith's Mansion. Reid decided to introduce Laura to everyone at the family banquet three days later.

"Dad, isn't this a bit hasty? At least, wait till she is pregnant." Eloise complained. When she was pregnant, they just held a simple wedding and a banquet because she had a girl.

Her inept husband was also part of the reason. He was inferior to Jackson, the heir to the Griffith Family.

"All right, no one can change my decisions." Reid took a warning glance at Jackson, implying that he was included.

"Anyway, it's my big brother-in-law's family who will lose face." Eloise pouted and muttered.