"There's not a shred of space for me? ... Abigail Hemsworth, my patience tonight, has already been worn out by you!"
A crisp ripping sound, Abigail Hemsworth's well-tailored gown was torn in two!
Unwilling to hate him, just wanting to draw clear boundaries?
Ha...
The one who initially provoked him was her, turning his life upside down, and now you want to withdraw at your own will. Why?
He recalled the joy he felt just because of a word she said earlier.
The joy back then equates to his anger now.
Her snow-white and tender skin was exposed to the air, appearing pure as jade under the moonlight through the car window.
His eyes, filled with dark clouds, starkly contrasted with her white skin, reminding him of how she used to hold him tightly with her perfect body.
Every moment of imprisoning her by his side, he has an uncontrollable impulse.
In terms of his endurance, how could it only be tonight!
Abigail Hemsworth had never seen Travis Miller this enraged.
Never.
