Her heart suddenly clenched, and in her dark, clear pupils reflected a man walking toward her step by step. His face was breathtakingly handsome, his lips tightly pressed in indifference, his posture tall and straight, wearing a luxurious black suit with an air of abstinence, and his steps carried a sharp breeze.
"What do you want to do?" Melody Thorne took a step back, warily watching the man in front of her.
Jared Quinn didn't stop his footsteps; instead, he approached step by step, extending his solid arms to lock her between the glass table and him, leaning down to stare intently, "The real devil? Cursed? Haunting at midnight?"
"Wha... what?" Melody Thorne was momentarily taken aback because he was so close, and all around her nose and ears was the mature and enticing aura from the man, and those lines sounded somewhat familiar.
Jared Quinn's eyes were extraordinarily deep, like a dangerous beast lurking behind his dark eyes, unfathomable.
