Giselle raised a brow, her gaze at Cordelia even more brazen.

“Ms. Lawler, you like my hand a lot?” Marcus’ voice was deep and husky.

Giselle was long captivated. “Of course!”

“Even when this hand has killed someone?”

Giselle jolted and looked appalled, fear flowing from her eyes.

Marcus’ eyes flashed darkly as he sneered. “An oblivious woman used to approach me in the past, and I used this hand to choke her to death!”

“You—”

Giselle wanted to pry her hand off, but Marcus gripped her wrist tight. The man’s commanding expression and aggressiveness made her panic.

Marcus asked with a smile, “Ms. Lawler, didn’t you want to dance with me?”

Giselle deflated. The pain that came from her wrist made her turn pale while her teeth clattered.

Marcus reeled in his smile. His expression sobered up, and he felt like a reaper from hell.

When he let go lightly, Giselle stumbled back and hit the corner of a table.

one dared breathe any louder. Cordelia walked over and

looked up and broke

jelly. She could only stand holding on to the table. She glared at Marcus and Cordelia, gritting her teeth and saying shakily,

husband has a knife kept under his pillow,” Cordelia snorted. “But it’s not for me.

face when he remembered that Giselle had held his hand. He asked for the

warm and secure embrace, but

eyes when she saw Marcus actually approaching Giselle

her blood seemed

realistic too.” Someone snickered. “Ms. Lawler doesn’t have a good reputation, but she’s a

woman in public… Cordelia’s so pitiful. She treasures

you can’t

she stood frozen, feeling

“Honey, you—”

smiled and turned to Giselle. “Are

at the affection, Giselle

now with your concern!” Giselle smiled widely. “Handsome, let’s dance? I could tell

lips with tears

not push Giselle away but held her

gaze at Cordelia even

my hand a

was long

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