Chapter 217 My Wify's Palm Red

• Edward wore a cold, severe expression, his jawline sharp, and his presence commanding. His back held firm beneath the black shirt, and his tall, lean frame stood out. Each stride he made was purposeful and unwavering.
• His eyes held an unfathomable darkness, like the lonely, silent moon hanging over a barren landscape.
• These words caused Amanda, still stinging from the slap and unable to express her anger, to blush deeply, her eyes welling with emotion.