He was in a state of turmoil.
In the past, she had cried in front of him, but he never felt sorry for her, because while squeezing her neck, her tears would fall directly on his arm.
Warm...
Hot...
"Are you so eager to run over and get married? Hmm?" He loosened his grip. "Are you that desperate for a man? How much do you want it? Hmm?"
"Tell me!"
She laughed instead of being angry, "Of course I'm desperate. Every man in the world is better than you! My husband is better than you, more handsome, richer. A scumbag like you is someone I don't want; get as far away as you can!"
As she cursed, she moved towards the door, ready to take out her phone from her bag to call Barrett Scott for help...
The woman's actions fell into his dark eyes.
The woman who once threw herself at him, who once called him "Aidan" tenderly.
She stumbled in her high heels, escaping his sight...
He took two steps and followed closely behind.
