Chapter 447

Noah regarded Maddox wordlessly.

The young man was beaten up so badly, but it did nothing to diminish his refined good looks.

Chuckling lightly, he murmured repeatedly, “Held hands, have you? With which filthy hand did you hold hers?”

Rising, he picked up a baseball bat.

Maddox raised his eyes and glared at him. He couldn’t believe this was how Gwynn’s husband was. She was so slender and fragile, while Noah was so cruel and violent.

Gritting his teeth, the young man said, “We’re just friends! You might own her body, but you’ll never own her mind. She’ll never be yours. Believe me when I say she’ll break free from you someday.”

Picking up the document, he read it.

A philosophy student?

Snorting, he slipped his hands into a pair of white gloves and put on a pair of safety goggles. Instead of wasting another word on Maddox, he swung the bat at him.

A minute later, both of Maddox’s hands were ruined.

A bloodcurdling scream filled the air.

Lowering his gaze, Noah smiled fa