Matthew Saxon looked at the back of his hand, which had been smashed and was bleeding, then at the tool she had thrown to the ground, a dangerous and cold smile tugged at the corner of his lips. "Oh really? Then I want to see how hard you can hit."
As he spoke, he moved his body, bent down to pick up the lamp from the floor, and handed it to Scarlett in her astonished gaze, saying coldly, "Didn't you want to smash a head? Try again, hit me hard, I won't dodge."
"Wha-what, you want me to hit you?" Scarlett stared at him in disbelief.
It was the first time she had seen such a request from someone.
But where would she find the courage to hit him again, just now she acted in a fit of rage and didn't care about anything, actually, once she calmed down a bit, she was already a little regretful.
Fortunately, she didn't hit his head; otherwise, with that forceful blow, who knows what consequences might have ensued.
Just thinking about it, cold sweat broke out from fear.
