"...."
Ning Xia swallowed hard and said in a deep voice, "I'm sorry, but Bo Siyan and I have already split up; he definitely won't come."
Such a huge trap, once Bo Siyan came, he was sure to lose his life.
"Is that so?"
John Hill's smile at the corner of his lips did not diminish, "If he doesn't come, then you'll have to marry me. With you by my side, my days will never be dull."
"Do you think I would marry you?" Ning Xia sneered coldly.
"Ning Xia, of course you will," John Hill shook the document in his hand, "I've said it, I quite like you. If you become my bride, maybe I will be so happy that I'll just give you the antidote."
"You can refuse, but I think you won't."
Ning Xia knew she should flatly refuse, yet she truly wanted the antidote, and she knew that John Hill was too proud to resort to such petty schemes with her.
"So, if I hold a wedding ceremony with you, you will give me the antidote?"
