Avery Jane quietly breathed a sigh of relief. If this man has this bit of pride, it is a good thing, at least he doesn't force her.
Joshua Hughes looked at her suddenly relaxed demeanor, his lips curled slightly as he gazed at her mockingly, speaking word by word: "You will come to me on your own accord. A woman shouldn't casually challenge a man's patience, the one to suffer will surely be you."
His words were like a death sentence, pinning her to the spot.
Her beautiful little face lost its color, turning pale like the first snow of winter.
Her lips, pale as water, quivered slightly, causing his gaze to darken unconsciously...
The depth in the man's eyes deepened slowly, like a pitch-black night with no end in sight.
She had a face of stunning beauty mingled with helplessness, and a trace of confusion.
Joshua became a part of her life in this way, whether she liked it or not, whether she wanted it or not, his elusive air of danger was impossible for her to ignore.
