Chapter 150

Maxwell gripped his wine glass as anger flickered in his gaze.

After two years of marriage, he never noticed how enchanting his wife's dance skills were.

Beside him, Rachel had long noticed Maxwell's change in demeanor and said meaningfully, "Maxwell, Ms. Yale and Mr. Jordan look cute together! If you truly feel guilty toward her, why not let her be with your brother? That way, we'll still be family."

If only she had kept her mouth shut…

Alas, Maxwell now felt a fire burning within him.

If they weren't in public, he might have already dragged Jennifer out of the dance floor!

How dare she wear such revealing clothes and flaunt herself? Who did she think she was?

Rachel carefully observed him. "Maxwell, I also want to dance. Won't you accompany me?"

"Didn't I say I find this kind of game boring?" Maxwell tossed his drink back and growled, "There's so many registered. I don't want to be part of them."

Rachel looked at him affectionately and whined, "I can tell the organizer that