Life After Prison by Silencieux
Chapter 1687

Chapter 1687

From Frederick's reaction, she could tell he was not happy and was in a bad mand. However, she did not know what to say anymore. It was a really tough thing to accept.

Yet, she firmly believed Frederick and her could easily overcome this difficulty because they had been in love with each other for many years. She was confident that her beauty and gifted talent were better than many Moreover, Wuhtricht had told her that it would be easier for her to train because of her current constitution. It would take less effort for her to accomplish what many needed years and hard work. Sooner or later, she would join the rest of the top-tier fighters in her generation

"Who is that man? I want to kill him! Frederick asked angrily while clenching his fist.

"I don't know either and I don't want to Imow. My dad has asked him to leave. The further the better. He is not going to tell anyone else about this," Gilda replied.

"He's not? There is only one type of person who would not tell secrets-a dead man. As long as he is still alive, he's going tell at some point. Besides, it's definitely a thing of pride to be able to sleep with you. I confirm he's going to tell someone who he thinks is tight-lipped" Frederick scoffed.

Gilda refused to think of that anymore. She looked at him and said, "I hated him too and I wished I could kill him. After a few days, I realized he was the one who saved me and my dad was the one who begged him for help. If he stands in front of me now, I don't think I can kill him."

"As I thought. You are a slut! Frederick sneered after hearing that. He was really angry with Gilda and despised her.

"What did you say? How could you call me that?" Galda took two steps back and doubted her ears. Never would she expect Frederick to call her a slut.

"You are. Weren't you the one who told me you couldn't kill the man who took advantage of you when you were in danger? If you are not a slut, then who else? I don't think we should continue with the wedding. You are not worthy to be my wife," Fredeck scoffed.

"Does it really matter to you that you're my first man? Do you know If the man didn't save me, I wouldn't make it to my thirties? Are you telling me you rather see me die and refuse to know I could live to be with you by allowing that man to save me?" Gilda asked.

She shook her head continuously and looked despair. All this time, she thought Frederick could accept this flaw because he loved her. It turned out she was wrong