Pa—
A very loud sound.
Though she couldn't see, Scarlett Yates swung her hand down, and the slap landed accurately on Maxwell Saxon's face.
She had concentrated all her anger into that slap.
The more wronged she felt, the harder the slap landed.
As soon as the slap went down, Maxwell Saxon could taste blood in his mouth.
"Maxwell Saxon, you bastard!" Scarlett Yates cursed through gritted teeth after hitting him.
She had been crying so hard that her voice was hoarse, and her tone still carried a sob.
Maxwell Saxon gently wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, bitterly smiling, said, "Yes, I'm a bastard."
Half of his face stung with pain, and after that slap, his mind was clearer, even the slight drunkenness was completely gone.
"I'll just assume you were drunk and acting crazy, Maxwell Saxon, and I'll say it again, up until now I don't hate you, but if you keep making irrational moves, I really will hate you, and I don't want that day to come."
