His words pierced her heart like sharp arrows, making her already fragile heart bleed profusely, the pain unbearable.
Joshua Hughes stood there, his handsome face carrying a chilling darkness and a hint of sarcasm.
He stepped closer, the oppressive air around him growing like a fog enveloping her, almost making her feel defenseless.
Avery Jane tried hard to straighten her chest, trying to make herself a bit more resolute.
The man, noble as a king, slowly enveloped her petite figure with his aura, his lips curling into an evil smile as he watched her pretend to be strong.
"You are the first woman to reject me, and not just once. So Avery Jane, I've been thinking about that day, how shall I enjoy you, my poor little widow?" He laughed with a devilish chill.
The pain in Avery Jane's heart exploded like fireworks. This devil, how could he hurt others like this?
The word "widow" made her heart clench into a tight knot.
