Hearing this, Alex’s stern eyes fell on her face. But he only hesitated for half a second, "Yes."
Yes! Maisy's face was pale. For a moment, she wanted to cry hysterically.
She clenched her hands. Looking at him coldly, she asked angrily, "Why? Why did you do that?"
"Why?" Alex glared at her, "You don’t know the reasons? Do you dare to ask why? If it weren't for that you want to be my wife, how could Scarlett be so wronged? I don't know what methods you used to let my Grandpa force me to marry you. But in my heart, I never regarded you as my wife. In my eyes, only Scarlett is my wife, and only she is qualified. "
"I forced you?" Maisy looked at him with a sneer, "Alex, it’s you who asked me to marry you. But now you actually said that I forced you? He-he...I am indeed not qualified. There is a difference between me and scumbags. How can I be qualified to be the wife of a scumbag?"
"You..." Alex stared at her with an angry face, clenching his hands so tightly.
Maisy glanced at his hands which clenched into fists. She said angrily, "Am I wrong? Alex, you harm me like that. Are you still a human being? Do you still have a heart?"
Alex said angrily, "It's all you asked for. You deserve it."
He harmed her like that, but he said so indifferently that she deserved it. The hatred in her heart welled up again.
"Alex, you bastard." After roaring, Maisy's eyes became cold. She raised her hand and slapped Alex.
"Slap." Alex's face was turned to one side by Maisy’s slap.
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