He doesn't want her life; he wants to confine her, to make her never step out of his circle, to keep her by his side forever!
Jose Floyd's fingers gripped Nicole's chin, his left hand bruised and stained with blood, starkly visible to her.
It was to protect her that his hand was injured—
Nicole felt a raspy dryness in her throat.
Staring at Jose Floyd's cold, stern face, she lost herself.
This man was so domineering and relentless, easily breaking through the walls she built, invading, unreasonably occupying all her thoughts, appearing repeatedly in her mind, stubbornly refusing to leave.
The end result was that whenever she thought of him, she could be lost in thought for hours...
Does she love this man?
She doesn't dare answer, yet she always clearly tells herself that she cannot love this man, he is her enemy, an enemy she cannot love...
As Nicole was dazed, Jose Floyd reached into her pocket and pulled out her phone.
"What are you doing?" Nicole asked softly.
