Tears soaked her cheeks, but she didn't wipe them away. She just stared blankly at Matthew Saxon, her eyes filled with a fearful and pitiful look. "Matthew, if I marry Maxwell, we can't be like this anymore, can we?"
Matthew Saxon remained silent.
Alice Green covered her face and started to cry softly, "Matthew, can we really not go back to how it was before? But I can't let go."
Matthew Saxon said nothing, just stood quietly beside her.
In her ears, Alice's sobs carried a sense of despair and painful wailing.
She cried so heartbrokenly, as if hearing the news of her own death, that kind of despair and grief would arouse compassion in anyone.
Who knows how long she cried.
Alice's sobs gradually stopped, and she lifted her face, wet with tears, swollen eyes looking sadly at Matthew Saxon, "If I don't marry Maxwell Saxon, would you marry me?"
"Matthew, just one word, and I won't marry Maxwell." There was suddenly a glimmer of hope in her desperate eyes.
