Maxwell's lips brushed against Scarlett's ear, his voice a mixture of curiosity and menace. "How do you know my name? Who sent you?"
Scarlett, taken aback and nervous, realized she had blurted out his name.
Almost immediately, she fell silent, her words strangled by fear.
Suddenly, a shiver traveled down her spine as a cold sensation touched her waist. Maxwell's large hand slid under her clothing with ease. As Scarlett instinctively tried to stop him, his hand deftly maneuvered to her hip.
Through the sheer fabric, she felt the intense heat radiating from him. This alarming, feverish warmth was both unsettling and unmistakable. Unable to contain her concern, she asked, "Who drugged you?" Maxwell only responded with a soft, enigmatic chuckle, offering no answers. Without further warning
