"Ha, know what?" Felix Shaw looked down at the woman collapsed on the ground, his heart not moving in the slightest, lips curling into a cold sneer. Suddenly his handsome face moved closer, and the sudden movement made Elizabeth White instinctively shrink back.
Felix Shaw gave her no chance to escape, raising his hand, his slender fingers pinching her chin and pulling her back, his peach blossom eyes harboring a clear coldness, each icy word spat from his thin lips.
"Elizabeth, do you think you've covered it up perfectly? Pregnant with someone else's seed and still daring to use that bastard to frame my wife,"
"No, Felix, I didn't, the child is yours, it really is yours," Elizabeth White kept shaking her head, without concrete evidence she absolutely could not admit.
With a "thud," accompanied by a scream, in his rage, Felix Shaw flung aside the hand pinching Elizabeth White's chin, her head hitting the side of the coffee table directly.
