The Great Medical Saint (Matthew)

Chapter 155

Matthew's ice-cold gaze fell upon Rose as he slowly lifted the bone crusher.

He pressed the blade against her fair neck.

Blood dripped steadily from the knife.

The red droplets contrasted sharply against her white skin, and the scent of blood permeated the air.

Rose's eyelids twitched and fear flashed in her beautiful eyes, but she quickly composed herself.

She carefully scrutinized the man before her-a cold expression, sharp eyes, and a body that wasn't muscular but seemed to hold the ferocity of a wild beast.

It was as if she would become his prey at any given second.

Instinctively, she wanted to retreat but didn't dare move an inch. "Jeffrey was the one who wanted you dead, not me. There's no need to treat a woman like this, right?"

cold smile swept across Matthew's lips. "Just now, you cooperated with Jeffrey to hold me back, no? I won't kill you, but

Breaking her legs was as good as

a different demeanor and put

was just kidding, don't take it seriously. I was only humoring Jeffrey. If you really wanted to leave, how could a little woman like me stop a strong man like you? I would have to

hope you can obediently dodge the knife

he slowly raised

forceful approach hadn't worked, and neither

immune to both threats and seduction. She realized she had to show

for you. If the Smith family comes to

replied coldly, "That's too troublesome. After you die, I'll just set this

into a cold sweat. It seemed Matthew's reasoning

quickly shouted, "I'm from Windstorm Sect! I swear on their name that there won't be any issues should you spare me.

Windstorm Sect?

if you don't keep your word, and I can't find you, I'll come after them instead." With that, he kept the knife

of relief after finally getting through this