Tears hung in her eyes, ready to spill.
The tears blurred her vision, and the man's face before her was indistinct.
Not seeing him somehow brought her a small sense of safety.
At this moment, she was so confused she didn't know how to face this man—it was like a nightmare, sudden, inexplicable, leaving her at a loss.
She didn't understand why Philip Shaw would be violent to her.
Nor did she understand why he acted as if nothing had happened when he appeared before her.
But the only thing she knew was—she couldn't let him in.
She couldn't let him destroy her last few warm memories.
The man looked at her blandly, his fingers lightly stroked her pale lips, then lowered to kiss the corner of her mouth.
His once warm body temperature now brought her boundless cold.
"I don't want to hurt you, hmm?"
His light-colored eyes were right in front of hers, carrying a touch of impatience and warning, Aldana Candi shook her head, her voice hoarse as she pleaded, "Philip… don't do this."
