Julian Keaton grew even angrier. "I've already spent so much money on you, why go looking for someone else?"
He glared at Cecilia Lynch, enunciating each word: "Listen carefully, Cecilia Lynch, I'll never let you go in this lifetime. Whether you accept it or not, once you're my woman, you're mine for life!"
"What if I'm unwilling, even in death?" Cecilia Lynch met Julian Keaton's murderous gaze and coldly spoke, "Julian Keaton, don't push me."
"Who's really pushing who?" Julian Keaton grabbed Cecilia Lynch's shoulders, his eyes glaring as if he wanted to devour her whole.
His grip on her was so tight it made her shoulders ache, as if her bones might shatter.
Yet that pain was not even a fraction of the pain in her heart.
Julian Keaton's face was ashen and cold, his eyes bloodshot. In that moment, he seemed to age several years, his eyes sinking deeply into his sockets. The stronger the icy aura emanating from him, the more powerless he appeared.
