Mole?
This mole isn't very noticeable—if you don't look carefully, you wouldn't notice it at all.
An audacious thought flashed through Hayden Sheffield's mind: if Natalie Jennings had the same mole on her neck…
Hayden's hand trembled; the photo frame slipped and fell onto the carpet.
He rushed toward the master bedroom in a frenzy, stumbling as if he'd lost his mind!
However, Natalie Jennings was already asleep.
She lay quietly with her eyes closed, both hands under her ears, sleeping on her side, breathing evenly.
Hayden didn't dare touch her, afraid to wake her.
He carefully brushed aside the hair on her shoulder and looked at the side of her neck.
Clean, fair, delicate—no mole in sight.
Unwilling to give up, Hayden checked several more times, but still found nothing.
He closed his eyes.
Once again, his hopes had led to nothing. What was he even expecting? Why couldn't he let go of the idea that Eva might still be alive?
He even hoped Natalie Jennings was Eva.
