"Alice..."
"Matthew, I really envy her, but I also hate her, she's the one who took you away from me." Alice Green's eyes, red with fury, glared at him, filled with bloodshot veins and hate.
Matthew Saxon stared at her for a moment, gently brushing aside a strand of her tear-soaked hair, then touched her head, "Alice, you can't touch her."
Alice Green continued to glare at him, biting her lips until they left a mark, sneering coldly, "What if I insist?"
"Brother Matthew, would you hit me for her?"
Matthew Saxon was silent for a few seconds, then lightly sighed, seeming somewhat helpless, "Don't make me think you're scary, Alice, never try to do that, or you'll lose me forever."
He seemed to be joking.
Because when he said that, there was still a hint of a smile on his lips.
His tone wasn't harsh, with a calm tone, very casual, as if he was just saying it casually, not needing the listener to take it seriously.
