Nora Harrow gazed at him with startled eyes, her lips trembling slightly, unable to utter a single word for a long time.
She truly didn't understand what he meant—what marriage, what that man sees all of this and still dares to marry.
But regardless of what he was actually saying, the implication was like something out of a horror movie to her.
So she found it unbelievable, remaining unresponsive for a while.
No matter what her expression was, Xavier Warren never took his eyes off her, staring at her fiercely without blinking: "Nora Harrow, remember, like it or not, want it or not, it's not up to you to decide."
Nora glared back at him angrily, retorting, "So whether I live or die is also up to you, huh?"
His lips curled into a bloodthirsty smile, and he slowly stated word by word: "In any case, every part of you smells like it, if The King of Hell wants to take you, he indeed has to ask me first."
