The woman's gaze was clear and pure, just like in the memory.
The man's eyes grew darker and heavier, and when he was just a step away from her, a familiar scent wafted into his nose—
"Olivia Yost!" Ose Owen suddenly roared, his eyes bloodshot, and with a long arm, he swept her over, holding her tightly in his embrace.
Crossley Gibson's mind went blank. When the man lowered his head and his tall nose touched her neck, she finally reacted: "What are you doing? Please behave!"
Behave!? The man's tall back trembled, and hearing this sentence from the woman, his heart felt as if it was being torn apart alive.
He suddenly looked up, staring at her incredulously: "You... don't recognize me!?"
"I... why should I recognize you!?" Crossley Gibson was completely baffled by this man and forgot that she was still in his arms, her expression stunned.