Jamie's deep eyes were sharp, fixed on Ellen's torn clothes.
He slowly crouched down, his cold fingertips lightly brushing past the marks on her skin that were made by Max, and he suddenly pressed hard.
Ellen cried out in pain.
And her face turned pale.
However, Jamie did not let go, pressing it heavily, as if he wanted to wipe the marks on it.
"Are you in such a hurry to have sex with him that you don't even have time to close the door?" Jamie said indifferently.
Ellen knew him well and realized that he had almost lost his temper. He was just suppressing his great anger.
Ellen was nervous. Just as she was about to explain, she saw Max, who had been kicked, suddenly rush over.
He stood in front of Ellen, saying with a desperate face, "Ellen is my woman. I won't allow you to touch her!"
Jamie raised his eyebrows, showing a gloomy sneer, and said, "Your woman?"
