Chapter 1306: I Really Think You’re Getting More Psychopathic

Moreover, Alice Green knows too much, if she were to die, it would actually be a good thing for him. Yes, where do miracles happen so often?

A plane crash, falling into the sea, in such circumstances, how many people can survive?

When calculating among the survivors, Matthew Saxon is considered to be in a good condition, only suffering minor injuries, and spending a few days in the hospital, he is almost fully recovered now.

His luck is practically as if he’s being guarded by divine powers.

After a short wait in line, it was Maxwell Saxon and Scarlett Yates’s turn.

After buying the tickets, the two got on the Ferris wheel.

As they sat down, Scarlett felt a bit nervous.

She was thinking, Maxwell Saxon might not be planning to do something improper to her when they reach the top?

At a high altitude, no one could see what they might do, besides this small space is so cramped that it’s difficult to even turn around, Maxwell could reach out and grab her, leaving her no place to hide.

Run outside?

What a joke, unless she wants to be smashed to bits.

She pondered this over and over, coming to only this one possibility.

But upon further thought, she believed Maxwell Saxon wouldn’t be so sleazy.

Although he’s now showing his true colors, and no longer pretending to be a gentleman in front of her, such a thing is too vulgar and shameless, after all, he couldn’t be without even this basic line.

If it wasn’t to take advantage of her, what exactly was he planning?

After getting on the Ferris wheel, Maxwell Saxon still refused to let go of her hand, Scarlett Yates struggled a bit more, biting her lip, frowning and said: "Maxwell Saxon, let go, holding me like this makes me very uncomfortable."

"Where does it feel uncomfortable?" he asked earnestly.

Everywhere is uncomfortable, just looking at him makes her whole body uncomfortable!

Scarlett didn’t dare to say this out loud, fearing she might provoke Maxwell Saxon, and in a moment of impulsivity, he might lose control.

"My hand is all sweaty, sticky."

His deep, cool eyes narrowed slightly, looking out as if enjoying the lower view, hearing her words, he turned his head, glanced at her, and said lightly: "You’ll have to slowly get used to it, I feel fine, nothing uncomfortable."

He didn’t want to let go of her hand.

Her hand was soft and warm, held in his palm, like it was boneless.

He had long wanted to do this,

"But I feel uncomfortable." Scarlett Yates held back her temper, paused for a few seconds, frowning in discontent, "I won’t run away, your constant refusal to let go makes me feel like I’m a prisoner, constantly being held by you."

Maxwell Saxon raised his eyebrows, his thin lips smirked, with a hint of a smile on the corner of his mouth, deeply gazing at her: "If possible, I’d really like to keep you confined all the time, this way, I wouldn’t have to worry about you leaving me."

Scarlett was furious, her eyes blazing at him: "Are you some kind of psychopath!"

He smirked without denying it: "For you, being a psycho is worth it."

"Maxwell Saxon, I really think you’re becoming more sick, if you’re ill, go see a psychologist now, timely treatment is still possible, wait until there’s no cure and everyone around you will leave you one by one."

"As long as I have you by my side, I don’t care about anything else."

The conversation reached an impasse.