"I know you’ll hate me for doing this, but so what? If I can’t have your heart, having your body is still good. If I have to choose between the two, I should at least have one. Your heart belongs to Matthew, so let your body be mine. If making you hate me can keep me in your heart, that’s not too bad. At least I’ll still occupy a place in your heart."

"As long as you hate me for a day, you won’t forget me for a day. If you neither love nor hate, soon you’ll forget me, just like you forgot me when we were children. Rather than being forgotten by you, I might as well find another way to make you remember me."

After finishing speaking, he lowered his head to kiss her.

Scarlett Yates could no longer remain calm.

She struggled, desperately fighting back, screaming, "Maxwell Saxon, don’t do this. I know you’re not this kind of person. Stop it, stop it, you promised you’d never hurt me. Don’t you remember your promise?"

Maxwell Saxon paused briefly, raised his head slightly, a flash of pain and sadness crossed his deep, dark eyes. In a dry voice, he said, "I’m sorry, Scarlett. I’m going back on my word. You’ve forgotten me once, and I don’t want to become a blank space in your life again. I’m afraid you’ll forget me once more."

"Hate me, Scarlett, use your whole life to hate me."

Rip—

His hand fell on her body, tearing open the buttons of her sweater.

The neckline opened, her skin exposed to the cold air.

The chill seeped into her, freezing Scarlett Yates from head to toe.

Her mind suddenly went blank, as if suffocating from lack of oxygen, all thoughts wiped away in an instant, making her unable to think.

In those two or three seconds of blank pause, Maxwell Saxon’s hand landed on her again.

Scarlett Yates suddenly screamed, "Maxwell Saxon, stop! If you dare do this, I will die in front of you."

She broke down and started crying, "Maxwell Saxon, I’m not saying this casually, I really will kill myself, but before dying, I’ll kill you first."

"You liar, you said I was important to you, you said you truly liked me, is this what you call liking?"

"Doing something like this, what’s the difference between you and those monsters?"

Tears, like a broken string of beads, fell down, quickly wetting her cheeks.

Maxwell Saxon’s hand was still holding her face, the warm tears splashed onto the back of his hand.

Soon, his palm was soaked by the tears.

Maxwell Saxon, as if scalded, froze while unbuttoning her other buttons, his action came to a halt.

Scarlett Yates cried harder and harder, first silently weeping, then sobbing aloud, "Maxwell Saxon, how can you do this to me? How can you?"

The wailing cries grew louder, piercing Maxwell Saxon’s ears.

She cried like a deeply wronged child, so heartbroken and helpless, her whole body trembling.

These cries, one after another, like buckets of cold water, extinguished the flames of anger and jealousy in Maxwell Saxon’s heart.

His head, dazed by the burning emotions, regained rationality as the two fires in his heart were put out.

He awoke as if from a long dream, stunned for a few seconds, and quickly withdrew his hand from Scarlett Yates.

What had he been doing just now? He nearly hurt the person he cared about the most.