She doesn't recognize him, resisting each time, and Ose Owen's heart has started to waver.
Perhaps... she's really not Olivia Yost!? Is there truly someone so similar in the world!?
The man narrowed his eyes, the cold in his gaze spreading. He fell into deep thought, no longer pulling her forward, just holding her chin, staring silently at her...
Crossley Gibson felt a slight tremor in the man's arm, those deep, dark eyes looked as if a devil in the night, bloodthirsty and horrifying.
"You... let go!" She growled softly, starting to struggle again, her eyes occasionally turning to look upstairs, worried that Faris Booker might see.
The woman's intense resistance and visible anger finally made the man let go. He stepped back, his gaze gloomy, yet intensely piercing.
"Crossley Gibson..." he began, his tone clearly suppressing his emotions but was extremely determined, "Whether you are Olivia Yost or not, you, I am determined to have!"
