However, in the eyes of Alice, apart from total fear and avoidance, he had no innocence.
Maxwell passed her, sat down on the sofa aside, and said quietly, "Private forbidden area, don't welcome others, you can go."
You can't ask for it.
Alice turned around and walked away. When I came to the door, I remembered: "What about my earrings, please return them to me and I will leave."
"That's my thing. It has nothing to do with you."
"Who says it's yours!" Alice was so angry and bad—sounded, "You said you, you might even wear earrings! Okay, you bring it to me to see, and it's you of!"
Maxwell was sitting elegantly on the emerald—style European sofa, gently flipped the pages of his hand, then raised his head, looking at the already hot Alice: "The things in my estate are mine, including yo
