All Chapters of My Husband Hates Me: Chapter 321 - Chapter 330

Credence's face darkened. Why was Juelz calling him at this hour? It was close to two in the morning. After a while, he answered the call and narrowed his eyes. "It's me. What do you want?" On the other end of the line, Juelz shouted hoarsely, "Credence, I'm at a house at Eastlake Road. Belle was taken here. Get here quick, I can't hold on much longer!" After that, Juelz let out a roar and cursed loudly. A little girl's cries were mixed in with his shouts, and a man's sinister laugh, followed by the sound of a blade plunging into flesh rang in Credence's ears. If he was not wrong, that should be the sound of Juelz's body being cut by the kidnappers. Credence immediately turned to leave. He didn't waste time with Rosalie. When he left the bathroom, he immediately called Jonathan, "Rosalie is in the toilet of the first floor of the hospital. Her arms and ribs are broken. Take her to the police station immediately and hand her over to Yadriel. He'll kno

On the other side, Dorothy and Benjamin chased after Jeremy and his men. They ran out of the hospital and jumped into a car, then sped off towards the left. It looked like they were heading for Jeremy's private hospital. "Mrs. Scott, please sit tight. I'll go after them right now." The wound on Benjamin's waist that Wilson had inflicted had already been bandaged properly. The doctor had also administered some anesthetic, so it didn't hurt too badly. He could probably hold it out for the moment. Dorothy got into the backseat. From the rearview mirror, she saw that Benjamin looked rather pale. She didn't know that it was because of the wound, and she thought it was because he was sleep-deprived. She smiled awkwardly and said, "I'm sorry that you have to stay up late to drive me around like this." "It is my duty to serve you, Mrs. Scott." Benjamin smiled politely. He drove the black Maybach and followed closely after Jeremy's car, but with a few cars between

Dorothy had watched Credence and Jeremy's exchange silently. Credence was extremely confident, and his features were cold. His aura was so strong and imposing that it completely overpowered Jeremy. He was too handsome! When she saw Credence striding towards her with warmth and tenderness in his eyes, Dorothy smiled at him. "Help me get Germaine out of here." "Sure." Credence walked towards her and handed her a brand new phone. Dorothy didn't realise what was going on at first, but she still subconsciously reached out to take it, and their hands met. She was a little surprised, "Credence, why are you giving me a phone?" At that, Credence smiled. "Use this from now on. It's the same model as mine, so we'll be using couple phones." Looking at the white phone in her hands, Dorothy didn't really get his underlying meaning aside from it being a romantic gesture. The next second, Credence caressed her red lips. His gaze focused on her face

Although she was curious, Dorothy did not want to spy on him. She noticed that Credence's gaze was getting colder and colder. He stopped in his tracks and answered the phone with a cold look. The distance between the two of them was so close that although Dorothy could not see the series of numbers displayed on Credence's phone clearly, she could vaguely hear the familiar soft voice coming from the other end. It turned out to be Rosalie. Somehow, Dorothy's heart skipped a beat. For some reason, she felt a little uncomfortable. Wasn't Rosalie sent to prison by Jonathan? How could she still call Credence? Dorothy held back the anger in her heart and listened attentively to what Rosalie had to say. After that, she heard Rosalie laughing proudly and enchantingly on the other end of the line. "Credence, you should've gotten anyone other than that useless idiot Jonathan to bring me to the police. Are you surprised that I managed to get away again? You broke two

Dorothy was worried about Belle and Credence's injuries, thus she woke up early in the morning. She didn't expect to meet Credence's eyes first thing in the morning, though. She could even see herself reflected in there. Moreover, Credence's stubble was visible, and when he brushed it across her cheeks, it did not hurt much. It only felt ticklish and numbing. Dorothy thought that she hadn't woken up yet, and that she was only hallucinating. She opened her eyes wide to take a better look. Credence was really awake. He was leaning above her, his right arm propped on the bed. He was staring at her, and who knew how long he'd been watching her. The morning light shone through the windows, and it fell on the side of his face, making him look especially handsome. Dorothy was a little dazzled by his handsome appearance. She stared at him a daze, then said hoarsely, "Credence, when did you wake up?" "I have been awake for quite a while." Credence