Chapter 1289: I Told Your Dad I Really Like You

"Why don’t you just trust me?"He pressed his lips together, his fingers gradually tightening around the teapot handle. When he looked at her, his deep, cold eyes revealed a trace of pain and anger: "Being with me makes you so miserable, so hard to endure? You beg me to let you go, but if I let you go, who will save me?"

His eyes, filled with agony, fixed deeply on her, emotions surging within them so complex and indescribable. In his deep gaze was the anger, disappointment, and pain of being rejected by her, along with a hint of cold ruthlessness and cruelty.

Give up on her?

How could that be possible!

The only thing he wanted now was her. His desire to possess her had already grown stronger than his ambition and aspirations in his career.

If he couldn’t have her, then even if he conquered half the empire, what would it mean?

Without the person he cared most about to share his success and joy with him, everything turned tasteless and dull.

There might be many things he could give up, but she was the one thing he couldn’t let go of.

Even if she came to hate him for it.

Letting her hate him was better than having no place in her heart at all.

In an instant, his expression completely changed. His gaze turned gloomy, icy, and cruel. When he looked up again, there was no trace of gentleness in his eyes, and his voice turned cold: "Scarlett, you can ask anything of me, and I’ll try my best to fulfill your requests, but asking me to give you up—that’s impossible."

To show her he was determined to have her, he paused, his thin lips curling into a cold smile that cast Scarlett Yates into utter despair: "If that day comes, it would be because I’m dead. As long as I’m alive, I won’t give up on you."

He’s gone mad, truly insane.

At that moment, Scarlett Yates felt that the man with the icy, cruel gaze before her was so unfamiliar.

It was as if he had become a completely different person inside and out.

He was no longer the Maxwell Saxon she knew.

For the first time, she felt such fear. She saw in his eyes his terrifying desire to possess and his pathological obsession.

He really wouldn’t let her go.

It was as if she had fallen into an ice cave, her entire body immersed in icy water, the cold seeping into her through her pores, freezing her blood.

The blood in her body stopped circulating, and soon she became stiff from head to toe.

She seemed frozen, her body trembling slightly, her teeth chattering against her bottom lip: "Maxwell Saxon, was it you who suggested I divorce Matthew Saxon?"

Seeing her whole body tremble, Maxwell Saxon stood up, walked over to her, and draped his own coat over her shoulders. He then wore a gentle and considerate expression, curled his lips, and said softly: "I just mentioned to your dad that I really like you and hope to marry you. If he can grant me this wish, I will do whatever he asks."

"Strictly speaking, it wasn’t me who suggested the divorce."

"Maxwell Saxon, you’re despicable!"

Scarlett Yates fiercely threw the coat draped over her onto the ground, picked up the cup of tea he had poured for her earlier, and splashed it onto his face.

He couldn’t dodge it.

The brewed Biluochun tea splashed all over his face, the warm tea sliding down from his forehead, trickling into his mouth.

"Scarlett, it’s okay for you to vent your anger at me, but don’t harm your body." Despite having a face full of splashed tea, Maxwell Saxon was not angry; he leisurely picked up the coat from the ground and took out a handkerchief from his suit pocket.