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.

hall felt like the pressure was lowered. No one dared breathe any

up and broke into

like jelly. She could only stand holding on to the table. She glared at Marcus and Cordelia, gritting her teeth and saying shakily, “W-What’s… so good about this? Cordelia, you married a killer! Be

snorted. “But it’s not for

to stroke Cordelia’s face when he remembered that Giselle had held his hand. He asked for the

her and keep her in his warm and secure embrace, but seconds ticked by, and she did not get the sense of security

eyes when she saw Marcus actually approaching Giselle and

blood seemed to

a good reputation, but

in public… Cordelia’s so pitiful. She

you can’t dote on

stood frozen, feeling a pang

“Honey, you—”

Ms. Lawler.” Marcus smiled

affection, Giselle

Giselle smiled widely. “Handsome, let’s dance? I could tell you’re good with women

with tears welling

push Giselle away but

gaze at Cordelia even more

a lot?” Marcus’ voice was deep

long

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