Paige Desmond swallowed the second half of the sentence.
After a long and deep kiss, both were slightly out of breath.
She tugged at the buttons of his shirt, looked up, and glared at him fiercely, angry that this man always disrupted her hard-won peaceful life.
He said in a hoarse voice, "Don't get too close to other men, I can't stand it!"
"He's my friend, in what position are you to say such a thing? Don't forget, we're already divorced. Your mom almost killed me!"
This was the first time the two confronted each other directly after the severe accident.
Paige Desmond harbored hate in her heart; her Ella was still so small, so little, if she died, her Ella wouldn't even remember her face.
Thinking about her child possibly losing a mother, losing maternal protection, Paige Desmond felt hatred arise.
"Paige, calm down, I've locked her in the mosque, and as long as I'm alive, she will never come out.
She won't have the chance to harm you again!
