His face darkened, and he stretched out a large hand to pull her into his arms.
His fingers pinched her chin as his handsome face drew closer to her, his eyes filled with malevolence, looking terrifyingly fierce: "Too bad, I still managed to shake him off. Catching me won't be that easy!"
"Yes, it's really a pity." She smiled at him, her expression full of regret, "How could I have let you escape?"
"Mm, that's right. He almost caught me, but do you know why I managed to escape?"
She said nothing, only glaring at him coldly.
Maxwell Saxon didn't care at all, curling his lips while his cold fingers stroked back and forth on her chin: "At that time, I thought, I absolutely cannot fall into his hands, you haven't married me yet. How could I fall into his hands?"
"Because of you, I've found motivation and hope again. So, Scarlett, I really have to thank you."
