Anna Jadwin was frightened and uneasy, kicking her foot on his chest: "I'm not the one keeping you company tonight!"
The servant had already been awakened by the argument and looked at the scene in front of her, puzzled.
Maxwell Cameron grasped her ankle and took off her shoe.
Her delicate and tender toes curled like a kitten, revealing a pink hue.
Maxwell Cameron kissed her toes, his eyes wickedly seductive, making one's heart race: "Now it's your turn."
Anna Jadwin, like being electrocuted, tried to pull her foot away forcefully.
"Maxwell Cameron—are you crazy—"
"Breaking into my room at night to steal jewels, you want to go to jail..." Maxwell Cameron's hand was very strong, firmly holding her foot, his leg bent on the bed, "Or, maybe you just desire my body? I can forgive your offense tonight!"
Anna Jadwin looked away: "Send me to jail then!"
Since she had failed and couldn't get the jewels, she had already decided her fate...
To die before her illness worsened.