Maxim Ford didn't speak, lowering his head to look at the wine glass in his hand, gently caressing its body. A pair of deep eyes contained a few traces of cold and hazy expression, unclear of his thoughts.
Margarett Vance knew that using this matter as a bargaining chip was very excessive.
But she had no other choice.
Since she was a child, she had followed behind him, only wanting to become the pearl in his eyes, to become his wife, to spend a lifetime together, to love him, to take care of him.
But he...
Never gave her this chance, so she could only stand far away from him forever...
This feeling nearly drove her mad.
Her eyes flickered subtly, using some strength in the arm she linked through his, only wanting to get closer to him.
Finally, she had a chance this time, even though it was despicable, she wouldn't let it go.
