Since he discovered the possibility of being followed by Maxwell Saxon, he felt an inexplicable unease in his heart.
This unease persisted till now.
For some reason, even though she was clearly in his arms at this moment, and he could lower his head to kiss her, he felt an inexplicable fear, as if she might turn into a wisp of smoke and disappear at any moment.
This inexplicable fear and unease made him yearn to possess her immediately.
This time, truly possess her, so that she would completely belong to him alone.
His lips once again landed on her cheek, giving a soft kiss, his slender, beautiful fingers already undoing the first button of her nightgown, "Scarlett, don't be afraid, trust yourself to me, I will take good care of you."
His voice was low and gentle, like whispering the most touching love words in the world.
His gaze was gentle and burning, the fire in his eyes making his deep pupils shine brightly.
