Mrs Hale, I Surrender
Chapter 447: Beat up the scum man, shameless and lowly

Chapter 447: Beat up the scum man, shameless and lowly

Suburb of Capital City Equestrian Center

Since Cressida Jones was a beginner, Martin Yates brought her to a relatively secluded area for practice. She was a quick learner and soon could ride a horse around the arena on her own, albeit at a slow pace.

The horse was carefully selected by Martin Yates for its gentle nature.

"When will I be able to ride freely like you do?" It was Cressida’s first time, and she found it very interesting, naturally wanting to make progress.

"Step by step, take it easy, no rush."

She nodded with a smile.

"Why don’t you take a break for now, and spend some time bonding with the horse."

After she dismounted, Martin Yates reminded her of several points of attention. Cressida was aware that he had learned horsemanship and wanted to watch him ride; Martin only smiled and said, "Then I’ll go get ready first."

Cressida nodded in agreement.

As she caressed the horse’s rump, she had been too excited to notice anything while riding, but now that she was off the horse, she felt a soreness in her buttocks and thighs.

Especially when walking, the pain became more acute.

Oh no,

This was just the beginning; the pain might become even more severe in the next two days.

Hopefully, I haven’t chafed my skin raw.

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Because of the awkward area, she went to the restroom. Initially thinking how cool it would be to ride a horse and take some photos for memories, she hadn’t expected the pain to be so intense.

She splashed water on her face, picked up the protective helmet placed beside her, and was about to return to the equestrian field when suddenly a figure darted from one side.

Grabbed her wrist with one hand!

Caught off guard, and her legs already in pain from riding, being suddenly pulled exacerbated the pain. By the time she reacted, she had been pushed against the wall.

A familiar scent suddenly invaded her nostrils.

Wood mixed with ambergris, a strong fragrance, Beckett Jeans’s favorite perfume.

But Cressida didn’t like it; just the smell made her feel nauseous, and she instantly tensed up.

And she saw clearly the person before her, "Beckett Jeans!"

"Cressida, I’ve missed you so much..."

"What do you want to do, let go of me!" The strength disparity between men and women was there by default, and after having spent a lot of energy riding, her legs felt even more sore and powerless to resist.

"Let go? You used to never refuse me." Beckett breathed heavily, eyes fixed on her.

She had just washed her face; it was clear she wore no makeup, yet even bare-faced she was exceptionally pretty.

Marigold Jones was different; living under the same roof, she looked barely acceptable without makeup.

"You said it yourself, that was in the past!" Cressida felt annoyed.

"What do you mean?" Beckett’s breath quickened, "Are you saying you don’t love me anymore?"

Cressida knew very well that although Beckett wasn’t the brightest, he wasn’t truly as dull as a pig. Deceiving him with the old trick of asserting her liking for him simply wouldn’t work.

If she claimed to like him, he might ask for a further relationship to express her love.

Her fingers tightened, "Beckett, I’ve thought a lot recently, you really didn’t want to marry me. Our engagement was due to family pressure. You and your sister are romantically involved, and she’s carrying your child; you should get married."

"You want to push me to her? Cressida, didn’t you say you loved me the most?" Beckett appeared somewhat agitated.

He’s been driving himself crazy over Marigold recently!

"I heard she’s moved in with you."

As soon as Beckett heard this, he became heated, "I knew it, you still care about me, keeping track of my news. Otherwise, how would you know she’s living at my house?"

Cressida was speechless.

Is he sick in the head?

"Her staying at my house is purely because of the child in her womb. My parents and I have agreed, ’keep the baby, send her packing’ after she gives birth. It won’t affect our marriage at all."

Cressida Jones gritted her teeth, "Leave the mother and keep the child, who’s going to take care of the kid later on?"

"We will, of course." Beckett Jeans said excitedly, "Raised by our side from a young age, the child will only recognize you as the mother. If you want your own children, we can have more."

"Anyway, our family is wealthy, you can have as many as you want."

Hearing this, she was utterly numb.

"Beckett Jeans, ever since I discovered your affair with Marigold Jones, I knew you were shameless, but I didn’t expect you to be this disgusting."

Cressida Jones suddenly pushed him away with great force.

With some distance between them, she chuckled softly, her eyes filled with contempt and mockery, "I hate Marigold Jones so much I want to kill her, and yet you expect me to raise her child?"

"Do I look like someone so cheap?"

"Let me make this clear to you today, there’s no possibility for us anymore. Don’t bother me again, or I won’t be polite!"

Upon hearing this, Beckett Jeans grew anxious, "Have you found someone better?"

"Climbing into bed with the Payne Family and the Hale Family, so you look down on me now?"

"Or is it that you’re already with Michale Shaw?"

Michale Shaw?

Cressida Jones gave him a calm look, as if to say:

Idiot!

She snorted lightly and turned to leave.

But Beckett Jeans was not willing to let her go. A thought even crossed his mind:

Make cooked rice out of raw rice!

He grabbed her arm and pulled her back forcefully, straining her thigh muscles and causing her legs to give way as she was pressed against the wall.

The person pressing her was getting closer.

His breath almost brushed against her lips...

"Cressida, don’t worry, I will treat you well, well for a lifetime..." Before Beckett Jeans could finish speaking, he felt a sudden pain in his head as the grip on Cressida Jones loosened slightly.

Taking advantage of the moment, she wriggled free, grabbed the protective helmet in her hand, and smashed it at him again.

The helmet used for horse riding, excellent in quality.

"Bang bang—" several hits left Beckett Jeans dizzy and staggering. He reached out to steady himself against the wall, but Cressida Jones suddenly kicked out...

Straight at his groin!

By the time he realized and wanted to dodge, it was too late.

Accompanied by a piercing scream, his legs weakened, and he covered his groin, his face turning the color of a pig’s liver, hunched over but then was kicked hard by her again.

A man nearly six feet tall, crumpled to the ground lightly.

His expression in agony, he moaned softly.

"Beckett Jeans, even a clay figure has a spark of anger, don’t think I’m so easy to bully."

"Raise someone else’s child? You get all the good deals. Don’t you look at what you are? The world is full of men with two legs, why would I settle for you?"

"All this time playing nice with you disgusts me."

And he even dared to attempt something inappropriate with her?

"I’m going to check the surveillance immediately, and I’ll keep the video forever. If you dare come after me again, I’ll send the video to the police and accuse you of indecency, given that I’m now rich and free."

"You also said I’ve climbed into bed with the Payne Family and the Hale Family, let them intervene on my behalf. Guess..."

"How many years will you have to spend in prison?"

Beckett Jeans, not the brightest bulb, obviously knew the seriousness of the matter. Once he heard about prison, he panicked.

Meanwhile, Cressida Jones grew more infuriated, walked over, and kicked him a few more times.

He cried out in pain.

This also attracted a crowd of onlookers who, seeing the situation, grew curious. Cressida Jones simply said in a calm voice, "This gentleman really is careless, fell over just walking."