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.

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

up and

her teeth and saying shakily, “W-What’s… so good about this? Cordelia, you

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

that Giselle had held his hand. He asked for the server and wiped his hand with a

and secure embrace, but seconds ticked by, and

her eyes when she saw Marcus actually approaching

thumped, and all her blood seemed to be

good reputation, but she’s a real heiress. How could Cordelia compare

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

can’t dote on

as she stood frozen, feeling a pang

“Honey, you—”

nearly injured Ms. Lawler.” Marcus smiled and

Giselle quickly

“Handsome, let’s dance? I

her lips with

He did not push Giselle

brow, her gaze at

like my hand a

was long captivated.

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