Chapter 88 The Fate

Maxwell's breath floated into her senses from behind, and his arms, like steel hoops, tightly wrapped around her waist. He breathed anger and exclaimed, "Miss Flora, do you think you can outrun me?"

Though he was only slightly out of breath, Flora felt like she was suffocating. She hung limply on him, gasping for air and her heart pounding from exertion. She didn't even have the strength to scold or struggle against him!

Maxwell forcefully turned her body around and lowered his head, imprinting his lips on hers, kindly giving her a deep breath.

Flora stared at his suddenly enlarged handsome face, feeling both anxious and angry. With a bit of regained strength, she pushed and hit his chest, gasping, "Let... me go!"

"Don't you like running? Do you want to keep running?" Maxwell sneered at her coldly. "Every time you see me, you act like a mouse seeing a cat. Aren't you tired?"

"I'm exhausted, but anything is better than seeing you! You bastard! Get away from me!" Flora shouted at him. I