Charles suddenly turned around, his hand roughly grasping her chin, fingertips brushing away the tears on her face. His eyes were deep and intense. He leaned in slightly, his breath warm against her ear, his voice a haunting whisper that penetrated her heart.
"Janet, no matter what your reasons are, if you leave me, don't ever think about coming back this life."
"If I die, what will you do?" Janet raised her glistening eyes nervously to meet his. She wasn't looking for that kind of answer...
"Are you threatening me?" To Charles, those words sounded like she was daring him with her life. His grip on her chin tightened slightly, his gaze turning cold and distant. He stared at her intently, speaking slowly and clearly, "If you die, I'll follow you to the underworld."
It was this passionate, devoted man who made Janet's tears fall harder. How could she be so selfish and cruel to let him watch her suffer from illness? How could she heap her pain onto him?
