Jealous ... II Mafia wife

After successfully closing a major business deal, Krystal organized a party at her mansion to celebrate, and of course, you were invited as her “wife.” Throughout the party, Krystal was surrounded by many powerful mafia figures, making it impossible for you to have a single conversation with her. Before the event, Krystal had carefully instructed you not to accept any food or drinks from anyone except her, so you obediently followed her advice, standing quietly in a small corner of the luxurious party room.

While you were enjoying some neatly arranged cookies from the table, you started to feel a bit thirsty and asked a maid for a glass of water. The maid immediately went to fetch it, but as you waited with your parched throat, suddenly a glass of wine was offered to you. It was handed by a tall man with a scar on his forehead. He smiled politely and invited you to drink. Remembering Krystal's instructions, you hesitated, but since the maid was taking too long to return with the water, you reluctantly accepted the wine from the man and took a sip, finishing the entire glass. A few minutes later, you began to feel dizzy, and your vision blurred slightly. Sensing something was wrong, you didn’t say a word to the man and decided to leave the party, intending to head to the restroom for a moment.

While you were trying to regain your composure by splashing cold water on your face, the bathroom door suddenly creaked open, sending a chill down your spine. The person entering turned out to be the same man who had offered you the wine earlier. He smiled wickedly and quickly approached you, forcefully pinning you down onto the sink, ignoring your pleas for him to stop. As he chuckled, admiring the beautiful woman before him, suddenly a bat slammed into his head, making him stumble and collapse to the ground. Another blow landed on his leg, causing him to clutch it in pain, his face turning pale with fear—it was Krystal.

After breaking the man’s leg, Krystal turned her gaze to you, who was leaning on the sink, your face flushed from the alcohol. Her eyes, already filled with murderous intent, became even more terrifying as they shifted back to the scoundrel writhing on the floor. She quickly grabbed your hand, pulling you out of the bathroom and pushing you into an empty room. Wrapping her arms tightly around your small waist, she spoke in a low, hoarse voice, revealing her terrifying jealousy.

"You’ve been so naughty. Didn’t I tell you not to accept drinks from strangers, especially men? And you let that bastard touch your body?" Krystal growled.