Fiona Sutton: ...!!!
Damn it, this guy is definitely being a creep.
"Yancy Hastings, what nonsense are you spouting?"
Can he just toss around such suggestive words like that?
"Every word I say is true; there's no falsehood."
Yancy Hastings touched his lips and seductively winked at Fiona Sutton.
Damn it!
Fiona Sutton felt goosebumps erupt all over. She had a premonition that she'd probably freeze to death this winter.
"Hehe!"
Fiona Sutton didn't believe a word of it. Just look at him, with that lecherous look, tsk tsk.
"I quite enjoyed reminiscing."
Yancy Hastings adjusted his clothes and casually sat on the couch.
Fiona Sutton waved dismissively, her face full of disbelief.
But just as she waved her hand, fragmented images suddenly flashed through her mind.
The guard with a dagger...
Yancy Hastings...
The kiss...
Damn it, why were these inexplicable memories surfacing in her mind? Why did it seem like she had initiated a kiss with Yancy Hastings? What the hell.
