The more fiercely she cursed, the harder Matthew Saxon hit.
Smack, smack, the sound of his palm was clear and crisp.
The places that were already excruciatingly painful were hit again forcefully. Her whole body trembled with pain, tears welled up in her reddened eyes, big teardrops circling again and again, yet she stubbornly refused to let them fall.
She was determined not to cry in front of this despicable man.
She bit her lip hard, her soft fists continuously pounding on Matthew Saxon's back.
"Bastard, savage, I hate you, I hate you!"
Her hoarse voice was laced with a sob and raging anger, her teeth gritting, repeating over and over, "I hate you, Matthew Saxon!"
Matthew Saxon's body stiffened slightly, but he quickly smirked indifferently, "Hate me? There are plenty of people who hate me. One more makes no difference; I don't need anyone's affection."
Step by step, his movements seemed slow and graceful, yet he quickly walked out of the bustling, noisy bar.
