Chapter 4

　　Mark was stunned. 　　“What? I want her dead?” 　　“What does that fire have to do with me?” 　　Taking advantage of the moment when he lost his train of thought, Mae pushed him away and ran out. 　　Mark silently cursed a sentence and quickly tried to catch up. 　　"Mae, stop!" 　　She runs quietly and turns a deaf ear to him. Mark’s fingernails cut the palm of her hand. The pain makes her awake and makes it difficult for her to breathe. 　　Why does God have to make fun of her so that she can meet Mark Mu again? 　　Behind him, the sound of footsteps was getting closer and closer, and the cruise ship was only so big. Mae ran to the end of the corridor and had nowhere else to hide. 　　She frantically darts her head every which way, beside her a row of luxury private rooms presented themselves and one of the doors slowly opens. 　　Mae's brain jammed for a moment, and she rushes into the room with her body dangling. 　　Just as a man in a suit and shoes was about to come out, Mae reached out and pushed him back, then slammed the door. 　　She leaned against hardwood and gasped, "Sir, please! Can I hide here?!" She requested sincerely. 　　“Someone is chasing me!” 　　A shadow fell over her. A tall man stood in the opposite direction. She felt the sharp line of vision blocking her. 　　As soon as she lifted her eyes, she saw, “Christian!” 　　Mae's blood froze in an instant. 　　"Chris? Chris?! What are you doing here?" 　　He was at the party. 　　"Get out of the way." He spits out the words dangerously. 　　Mae stood on the door panel, pushing down on the doorknob with both hands, her small face wrinkled, "Someone is chasing me, please let me hide-" 　　"What do I have to do when someone chasing you?" Christian's dark eyes stared at Mae deeply, coldly. 　　Mae was tongue-tied for a moment. 　　Christian saw that she did not speak, and her expression became colder and colder. He grabbed her by the elbow and tried to pull her to his side. But Mae would not let go. 　　There is a disparity between her and his strength. How can Mae rival Christian? 　　Just as his hand reached for the door, Mae panics and she suddenly kisses him on the lips. With four thin lips touching each other, Christian suddenly stopped, and his muscles were tense. 　　Faintly, Mae heard the sound of him swallowing. 　　Outside the door, Mark couldn't find Mae and left angrily. 　　Mae's fine and slender eyelashes kept fluttering, and finally releases Christian. Countless emotions intertwined, and finally, she could only express her gratitude bitterly. "Thank you. Thank you, Chris.” 　　Mae tries to arrange his crumpled shirt. 　　Before she could say something, a four-year-old child suddenly came out off from the sofa and rushed towards her. He hugged her legs and looked up at her face. 　　"Mommy, are you back at last?" 　　He had innocent curious eyes and a big warm red face. 　　“When I kissed Christian, was this little guy watching all the time?” She questioned. 　　“Is this Christian's son?” 　　“Was I destroying his family these past three years?” 　　Mae was stunned and ashamed. She tries to run away. 　　But the child has a good pair of short legs, he strode short but fast and is about to catch up to her, but his collar is suddenly held by his father and is pulled back. 　　The child watched Mae disappear in front of his eyes. He couldn't get rid of his father's shackles and they both stared plaintively. 　　"I finally saw mommy. Why did you stop me?" 　　Christian glanced at him and didn't say a word. He placed the kid back on the sofa, he wanted to light a cigarette but his eyes swept Xian and he pressed the impulse down again.