Tears soaked her cheeks, but she didn’t wipe them away. She just stared blankly at Matthew Saxon, her eyes filled with a fearful and pitiful look. "Matthew, if I marry Maxwell, we can’t be like this anymore, can we?"
Matthew Saxon remained silent.
Alice Green covered her face and started to cry softly, "Matthew, can we really not go back to how it was before? But I can’t let go."
Matthew Saxon said nothing, just stood quietly beside her.
In her ears, Alice’s sobs carried a sense of despair and painful wailing.
She cried so heartbrokenly, as if hearing the news of her own death, that kind of despair and grief would arouse compassion in anyone.
Who knows how long she cried.
Alice’s sobs gradually stopped, and she lifted her face, wet with tears, swollen eyes looking sadly at Matthew Saxon, "If I don’t marry Maxwell Saxon, would you marry ?"
"Matthew, just one word, and I won’t marry Maxwell." There was suddenly a glimr of hope in her desperate eyes.
She tightly grabbed Matthew Saxon’s hand, "Matthew, will you marry ? If you marry , I won’t marry Maxwell."
"Didn’t you say you didn’t like Scarlett Yates? Since you can marry a woman you don’t like, why can’t you marry ?"
"Whether you love or not, I can not care. As long as I can be your wife, stay by your side, I can not care about anything."
She pleaded with him in such a lowly and humble manner.
This was her last hope.
She really didn’t want to marry Maxwell Saxon.
Isn’t the greatest pain for a woman in this lifeti marrying a man she doesn’t love and doesn’t love her?
Maxwell Saxon didn’t like her.
Not even a little bit of liking, not at all.
He would marry her, only because there was sothing in her worth his use.
That man was deeply scheming, ambitious, ready to abandon everything to get what he wanted.
Which included his marriage.
So, even if he had not a shred of feeling for her, he could still marry her.
She really didn’t want to marry such a terrible man. The only one who could save her now was the man in front of her.
She loved him, but in his eyes, she was just a pathetic substitute.
She abandoned everything, made a final desperate plea, begging him like a pitiful creature to have rcy on her.
"Alice, I can’t marry you." It was like she had grasped onto a piece of driftwood to save her life, only to be firmly and rcilessly pushed away by him.
She fell back into a cold abyss, looking at him with a lost and disconsolate gaze, muttering, "Why?"
Could he not even pity her?
Matthew Saxon did not reply to her.
His hand lightly fell on her head, giving it a few affectionate rubs, "Co on, I’ll take you back. The crew has already been notified, take these days to get so good rest, don’t roam about."
Alice Green’s body remained motionless, her lips moved, and tears fell again, "Is it because of Scarlett Yates?"
"Matthew, you’ve actually fallen for her, haven’t you?"
"Even though you act so indifferent, your eyes betray you. Just now, when the third young master held her, you got angry."
"In the past, if the third young master liked soone, you could easily give him the won by your side, and now he just held Scarlett Yates for a mont, and you got so angry."
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