He clasped her soft little hand in his palm with a proud grin, "To deal with you, this trick is enough. See, aren't you just being obedient now?"
"Despicable!" She bit her lip and glared at him.
Maxwell Saxon chuckled and squeezed her hand tighter, "Scarlett, do you remember? When we were kids, you liked me holding you like this."
He was reminiscing about childhood again.
I really don't know what's so special about those memories that he can't forget them after all these years.
"I've told you, I don't remember anything from when we were kids. You talking about this doesn't mean anything to me; I'll just listen to it as if it's someone else's story." Being held like this by him for the first time, Scarlett Yates felt very uncomfortable.
She instinctively wanted to shake off his hand, but Maxwell Saxon held her tightly, exerting strength so that she couldn't break free.
He knew she couldn't remember, but he still smiled and recounted the past to her.
