Max Andrews looked at him for a moment and turned around.
Threats. She hated his threats.
And she didn't want the R & S staff to see her in and out of his room, with some harsh rumors.
Alex Brock was sure she would stay, but he didn't hear the sound of walking after the lock came from the door, so he looked up.
There's no sign of Max Andrews in the doorway?
He dropped the cigarette in his mouth, got up and ran out.
He has long legs and big steps, which is a natural advantage. He can catch up with Max Andrews in a few steps. He holds Max Andrews' waist with one hand and walks like flying. Max Andrews was almost "carried" in by him. The door was kicked by him. Alex Brock snorted coldly, "How can you grow up?"
Dare to cross with him.
Max Andrews glanced around the room. She was sure there was only one bed.
"You sleep on the sofa?"
Alex Brock's eyes darkened. "You like daydreaming?"