[Scarlett, the choice is yours. If you marry me, you become my wife. Wouldn't all your troubles go away if you just came home? Give my regards to The Baileys.
Charles Harrington]
Anna Jadwin clenched her teeth in anger when she saw that so-called greeting.
It's not like Charles Harrington was so kind as to send his regards to Wayne Bailey time and again, he was actually reminding her, threatening her.
[If I return, will you really let Wayne Bailey go? Charles Harrington, don't deceive me!]
[When will you come back? I can't wait to see you.
Charles Harrington.]
Bang, another crisp sound!
Anna Jadwin turned her face to look at Wayne Bailey beside her, who was pressing down hard on one of his hands, with the shattered fruit plate strewn on the ground and the neatly sliced fruit spilled all over.
Anna Jadwin picked up the plate, grateful it was still intact, with a few pieces of fruit still on it.
Anna Jadwin took one and fed it to him: "Is it sweet?"