Let Me Go, Mr. Hill!

Max’s fury was ignited. “You forced her. How dare you talk about it? If you didn’t force her, do you think she would’ve fancied you? Trash.”

“So what if I’m trash?” Chester’s smile was intentional and wicked. “You haven’t answered my question.”

“I won’t discuss Eliza’s privacy out in the open.” Max refused to answer that question. Disdain was visible in his eyes. “ The netizens weren’t wrong in scolding you. You truly are a sc*mbag.”

“Sc*mbag? I’m indeed a sc*mbag.”

Chester took a long drag on the cigarette between his fingers. There was a hint of mockery on his handsome face.

If he was not a sc*mbag, how could Charity have died?

The corners of Max’s mouth twitched.

It was his first time seeing someone getting scolded and admitting it so openly afterward.

Was Chester crazy?

you haven’t touched Charity before, so you can’t answer my question.” Chester playfully blew a mouthful of

collar while the veins on the fist of his other hand

“Max, stop.”

wearing a white nightgown that reached her knees with a loose gray cardigan over it. Her short hair was slightly messy from the wind

fact, familiar with every

seeing her walking over at that moment, he suddenly found her unfamiliar.

just

to be a woman with whom Chester had

had a newfound interest

him drive over in the middle of

never felt that same urge aside from when he was with Charity back

hit

the leader of the secret guards protecting the prime minister got into a fight for the sake

the battlefield before, so the more Chester provoked him, the calmer