Yet in the end, he still chose her.
Joy Parker, three words, the first name he ever took seriously to heart in his life.
Joy.
Joy.
I think, perhaps, I liked you the moment I first laid eyes on you.
So please, in the days to come, don't leave me...
He could never bring himself to do anything to her, even in his most furious moments, he would only grasp her and tie her to his side. How could it be that in the end, he was the one who hurt her the most?
Joy Parker felt warm droplets fall onto the back of her hand. Surprised, she looked up to see sparkling tears dropping from the man's beautiful eyes, like a summer rain carrying a hint of heat.
She shrank back slightly, then was tightly embraced by the man extending his arms. His breath quivered slightly, as if in a deep-seated fear of something, which made her feel somewhat sorrowful.
"Jordan," she said softly, "don't be like this. Life and death are predestined, I..."
