Bella raised her eyes incredibly and looked up at Charles. She didn't know whether she was scared or aroused, her voice trembled. “You, you, broke his hands?”
Charles didn’t answer her meaningless question. He glanced indifferently at Martin who still squealed with pain and said calmly. “Many things in this world cannot be coveted. One is the objects belonging to me, and the other is my woman.”
He turned slightly and gracefully, which seemed like he had just finished a piano piece, instead of breaking a person’s hands.
Bella lightly murmured, “I am not your woman.”
Charles peacefully responded to her. “You tasted good that night, I suppose it will be better tonight.”
This was the first time that Bella had seen someone act like a mobster so elegantly and straightforwardly, like it was
