"But..." she curled her lips, self-mockingly said, "When have you ever loved me? There wasn't even a trace of liking."
"If... even a slight liking existed, we wouldn't have ended up like this today. The way you're treating me now is worse than a stranger, and it really hurts inside."
There was an opened bottle of red wine on the table. She picked up the crystal glass filled with wine, gently shook it twice, closed her eyes, and then tilted her head back and drank all the wine.
"Forget it, let's not talk about these things. I know you don't want to listen to them anyway. Since we've spoken to this point, I won't bring up any pointless topics with you anymore. I do have very reliable information, as long as you can agree to a few conditions, I will find a way to get the antidote for you."
Matthew Saxon squinted his narrow eyes slightly and smiled: "Why should I believe you?"
