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.

pressure was lowered. No one dared breathe any louder. Cordelia walked over and

up and broke into a

Marcus and Cordelia, gritting her teeth and saying shakily, “W-What’s…

Cordelia snorted. “But it’s

Cordelia’s face when he remembered that Giselle had held his hand. He

her in his warm and secure embrace, but seconds ticked by, and she

widened her eyes when she saw Marcus actually approaching Giselle and extending

thumped, and all her blood seemed to be rushing to

have a good

own husband’s helping another woman in public… Cordelia’s so pitiful. She treasures the man so

why you can’t dote on

went blank as she stood frozen, feeling a pang in her

“Honey, you—”

you nearly injured Ms. Lawler.” Marcus smiled and turned

at the affection, Giselle quickly caught Marcus’

let’s dance? I

with tears welling

push Giselle away but held her

a brow, her gaze at

a lot?”

long

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