Joshua Hughes stood on the stairs, slowly raising his finger, pointing at the woman in the red dress among the crowd.
She was very beautiful, with long chestnut curly hair and a seductive figure. Even without seeing her face, Avery Jane could guess that she must be an exquisite beauty. She was like a blooming red rose, more alluring than the countless roses around them. She walked slowly up the stairs, and Avery Jane's face turned ashen as she watched this scene, the glaring red engulfing everything, her head beginning to throb painfully......
Something felt off, Joshua Hughes always felt something was a bit off, like there was always a trace of Avery Jane's scent and presence in the air, even though it was weak, nearly overshadowed by the scent of these red roses, he could still smell it. But how was that possible?
Right now she was in Las Vegas, sleeping. The thought of Avery Jane being there chilled him to the bone.
