The cold sound of the moving military-grade battleship was the only sound in the cabin, a low vibration that seemed to rattle Yue Yue's very bones.
She sat huddled in the corner of a high-tech alloy seat, her wrists burning from the grip Han Ruyan had maintained earlier.
She looked at the man standing by the viewing port. Han Ruyan didn't speak. He didn't offer an explanation, an apology, or even a threat.
He simply stood there, his back to her, watching the stars streak past like tears of light.
Whenever she tried to move or protest, he would cast a sideways glance at her...a gaze so heavy, so predatory, and so filled with a sickening sense of "ownership" that it made her stomach churn.
It was a gaze that stripped away her dignity, treating her not as a person, but as a rare ore he has finally snatched from his rival. Every time their eyes met, Yue Yue felt a surge of genuine physical revulsion.
She wanted to vomit at the sight of his handsome yet utterly hollow face.
