"Get lost!" Malcolm Moore's eyes were cold and murderous as he looked at Michael, declaring his sovereignty with a chilling voice, "Listen carefully, I'm not her ex-boyfriend; I'm now her fiancé, and soon to be her husband! Our matters are none of your business!"
Michael was furious, "You!..."
However, Malcolm didn't have time to deal with him.
He directly pulled Serena Sterling aside.
He looked at Serena with pain, pleading, "Luna, it's been half a year already. Stop torturing me, and stop torturing yourself. Come back with me, okay?"
"Torture?" Serena laughed, her eyes calm and unshaken as she looked at Malcolm, questioning, "Malcolm Moore, don't you think I am living well without you?"
Malcolm: "..."
Yes, without him, she was indeed living well.
He saw that.
But what could he do?
He still couldn't let go of her hand, couldn't allow her to live such a happy life without him!
Malcolm didn't speak, so Serena looked at him and continued, "And I already said, we broke up."
