Mr. & Mrs.

Hearing what he said, the tears in Maisy's eyes slid down the corners of her eyes. She was totally disappointed in him, "Alex, believe it or not, I had never forced Grandpa to let you marry me. Remember and never regret what you said today."

Just when Maisy got out of the car, she saw a red Porsche stopping in front of her and a glamorous woman getting out of the car.

The coquettish woman got directly into Alex's car.

Upon seeing this, Maisy stood there desperately. Within a short while, the woman's sound and the man's heavy breathing were heard from the black Bentley. The car body shook violently. Maisy's face was pale to the extreme. Her slender body seemed to be about to fall down like autumn leaves.

At this time, a jewel-black Rolls-Royce drove past her. But only after a while, the Rolls-Royce came back and stopped beside her. The handsome man in the car was exactly Austin.

He stared at the shaking Bentley with his deep eyes. The ambiguous gasps in the car clearly passed into his ears. As a man, he naturally knew what was going on inside the car.

He frowned slightly. His indifferent keen eyes fell on the trembling Maisy. He pushed the car door open and said in a low and clear voice, "Get in the car."

Hearing the low voice coming from beside her, Maisy seemed to come to her sense. Her tearful eyes stared at Austin in the car without focus. Her slender fingers pointed at the shaking Bentley. She almost cried out. Then she laughed at herself and said, "Hehe... Is it ridiculous? Your brother, my husband is now having sex with other women, but I..."

Austin didn't wait for her to finish her words. He frowned and stretched out to pull Maisy into the car forcibly, then closed the door. He stepped on the accelerator, and galloped away.

"What are you doing?" Maisy stared at Austin puzzledly.

Austin drove the car expressionlessly. His narrow eyes were deep and had no emotions.

Seeing him silent, Maisy squinted, "I want to get off the car. I don't need your kindness. You men are all bad. You're brothers..."

Hearing what she said, Austin's eyes darkened. He suddenly stepped on the brakes. His indifferent gaze was sharp. His thin lips pressed lightly, "Say what you just said again."

Maisy saw that he stopped the car suddenly and his expression was cold and hostile, which made people shudder.

If it had been in the past, she would have been a little scared in the face of such Austin, but at this moment she could not care about anything.

She squinted her tearful eyes. Her delicate face was full of anger, and her voice was cold, "You men are all bad. Maybe you're just like your younger brother. Alex is such an asshole. You're not much better than him. You know what you did that night at the hotel. Men just know sex."

The atmosphere in the car suddenly became extremely quiet. Maisy turned her head slightly. Her gaze fell on Austin's fair face. Under the moonlight, his facial features were more handsome, unlike a mortal.

He held the steering wheel tightly with his white and slender hands. His thin lips pressed tightly, giving people a sense of deterrence, as if he was angry but didn't seem to have any expression.

He didn't say anything. Just when Maisy thought he was going to be mad, he faintly said, "You took the initiative that night."