A hand supports the chin, fingers tracing the elegant curve of the jawline back and forth, watching Alice nestled in Maxwell Saxon's arms with a half-smile, "Brother, I just need ten minutes, hope you could step aside for a bit."
Maxwell Saxon's cold dark eyes deepened, his tone less gentle, "Matthew, you've seen it, Alice isn't feeling well, what's so important that it must be said now? Can't it wait until she feels a bit better?"
Matthew Saxon curved his lips, a low chuckle escaped his throat, his slender eyes narrowed slightly, his gaze suddenly becoming much sharper, "Do you think the matter of finding the culprit who caused Scarlett's coma until now isn't important enough?"
