The romantic atmosphere in the room disappeared.
After a long time, Max turned to look at Elizabeth.
After a moment, Max thought of something, and then a hint of desire appeared in his deep eyes. Max held Elizabeth's chin with one hand and lightly pressed his finger on her lips, which were swollen from being kissed, saying with a smirk, "Our marriage was fake, but do you think our sex was also fake?"
Elizabeth could hardly believe what she had just heard.
"What did you say?"
"Isn't that so?" Max's fingertips moved down along Elizabeth's beautiful neck and finally stopped on her delicate collarbone.
Max's throat tightened, and he said something vulgar in a deep voice.
"You weren't like this when you begged me to fuck you."
Elizabeth widened her eyes at his words.
Paused, Elizabeth raised her hand and slapped Max again.