Chapter 662: Chapter 662: You're A Hell Of A Bitch

The deeper the rainy night, the cooler. 

The rain grew heavier, and finally, it poured, and then it turned into a hailstorm. 

The strength of Joseph's hand on her arm as he said aggravated.

Irish only felt the pain in her arm would make it about to break away from her body. She seemed to hear the crackling of the bones, and the cold words of the man pierced her eardrum, and she could only stick her cheek tightly against the glass. The pearl-like hail hit on the glass, and her face could feel the shock of impact.

The glass made her clavicle ache, she could not move, and Joseph's anger had the effect of tearing her bone up.

Then, the warm blood on the glass met with the rapid cooling of the glass, and could not flow, condensing together like the red plum.

The wound in her neck, though not deep, had been bleeding.