Chapter 1552: I Absolutely Won’t Let You Go

Chapter 1552: Chapter 1552: I Absolutely Won’t Let You Go

Maxwell Saxon: "..."

His face darkened slightly, eyes narrowed, and thin lips pressed into a cold, hard line.

"Besides, people always change. What you liked as a child doesn’t mean you like now. It’s quite sad to always live in memories."

"Scarlett, don’t make me angry."

"Got angry?" She laughed, appearing very happy, curling her lips, "If I were you, I would immediately kick out the woman who made me angry to avoid losing my appetite."

He tightened his lips, half-narrowed his eyes, and stared at her deeply for a moment. Suddenly, he curved his lips into a smile and said, "It’s okay, I can get used to it slowly."

"You really are different from before, but this version of you intrigues me even more."

Scarlett Yates snorted coldly, turning her head away, not wanting to see his hateful face anymore.

Maxwell Saxon gently swirled the wine in his glass, taking an elegant sip.

The jewelry box was on the table to Scarlett Yates’s right hand side.

He glanced down at it carelessly and said, "Scarlett, I’ve only seen you wear this jewelry once. It looks beautiful on you, it’s a pity to just leave it in the box. Put it on for me again."

"You want me to wear it now?" Scarlett Yates turned her head, a trace of anger in her eyes.

He nodded, his tone very matter-of-fact: "Now, I want to see it."

"Do you think I’m your servant? That I have to do whatever you tell me to?" She bit her lip tightly, her hand clenched into a fist, just wanting to punch him in the nose.

Maxwell Saxon casually took out a handkerchief and wiped his lips, still maintaining his impeccable elegance: "Of course, you’re not my servant. You’re the woman I like. Actually, I don’t like communicating with you this way, but you only listen when I make threats. What else can I do?"

The white handkerchief was tossed onto the table by him.

He rested his arms on the table, fingers interlaced, and spoke slowly: "Actually, I really hate bringing up another man’s name again and again during our dates. Do you have to force me to do this?"

"Maxwell Saxon!"

Scarlett Yates, extremely furious, slammed both hands on the table, leaning forward to glare at him: "I warn you, if you dare touch Matthew Saxon, I will never let you off."

He chuckled: "If I really kill him, Scarlett, would you kill me too?"

"Yes."

Scarlett Yates answered without hesitation, enunciating clearly: "I will definitely kill you. I know you have power and influence, and it’s not easy to kill you, but as long as I’m still breathing, I’ll find a way to end you."

Maxwell Saxon had been smiling, but upon hearing this, his expression suddenly turned cold, his gaze becoming sharp.

He slightly raised his head, and after holding her gaze for a moment, he let out a cold laugh: "You really are devoted to him."

Scarlett Yates also laughed coldly: "That’s right, I love him."

This sentence completely enraged Maxwell Saxon.

He suddenly stood up.

His speed was unbelievably fast; in the blink of an eye, he was right in front of Scarlett Yates.

Cold fingers pinched her chin, and a fierce kiss pressed heavily on her lips.

Scarlett Yates couldn’t dodge in time.

Maxwell Saxon’s kiss, full of rage, landed on her lips with extreme roughness, as if wanting to devour her.

"Hiss..."