Summer Lowell averted her gaze, continuing to look out the window, but her mind kept replaying the fierce expression Justin Huxley had when he struck the steering wheel earlier.
Perhaps it was just her imagination, but this man always gave her the feeling of wearing a mask.
It was as if... he wasn't as gentle and refined as he appeared.
She always felt that beneath that elegant exterior was a twisted soul.
After dinner.
Justin Huxley took Summer Lowell's hand and walked to a nearby park for a stroll.
Summer tried several times to pull her hand back, but was unsuccessful.
Justin seemed unaware and only tightened his grip, earnestly discussing their future with her.
"Summer, why don't we get married abroad? It would be better to secure a legal status sooner so that I can be reassured earlier."
Summer, who had not regained her memory yet, actually didn't want to agree to him now.
