"Xiao Xue," I saw your engagement photo," it's beautiful. Look at me, now, don't I match you perfectly?" Olson rubbed his hands and walked towards Wen Maixue, with raindrops splattering on his face, making his sickly face look even more bizarre.
Wen Maixue looked back, the hotel was still nearby, as long as she shouted, the hotel's security would surely come running.
"Viscount Orleans," Wen Maixue forced a smile," how did you get out? You should stay in the sanatorium."
"Xiao Xue, I came out to marry you, we agreed on this from the beginning," Viscount Orleans staggered towards Wen Maixue.
"Don't come over," Wen Maixue glanced back; she had to call for help. At this moment, she no longer cared about dignity. Before the scream could escape her lips, she was seized by Viscount Orleans. He held a fruit knife in his hand, pressing it against Wen Maixue's chest, enveloping her in his arms. The heavy white suit, soaked with water, firmly covered Wen Maixue's mouth.
