Those eyes were clear and lively, like the most brilliant stars.
Knox Simmons's breath hitched, and he stared at her, dumbfounded.
It wasn't until an extremely cold gaze pierced his body that he snapped back to reality.
The scene darkened as his view was blocked by a shadow.
Just as he was about to lose his temper, a dangerously cold voice without a trace of warmth rang above his head, "Knox Simmons, you've dared to hit on my woman, your guts are indeed huge."
"Your woman!?" Knox lifted his head in astonishment.
If looks could kill, he would've been dead at Matthew Saxon's hands by now.
The gloomy, icy stare was full of murderous intent, as if he wished to tear him into a thousand pieces.
He opened his mouth in surprise, but after a few seconds, he nonchalantly smiled and said lazily, "Matthew, why so serious, I've touched your woman before, since when did you start to care this much?"
