The woman's submission finally made Ose Owen release his hold, his eyes filled with heartache.
Ose Owen curled his lips, his dark eyes tinted with a trace of delight, and the joy in his chest seemed about to explode, giving him endless hope.
She reacted, she reacted to him! Even if she doesn't remember him, at least she reacted to some of his actions!
This made the man thrilled, and he held her tightly with great strength. Crossley Gibson was completely stunned, and by the time she came to her senses, she could no longer break free.
"Let me go!" She broke out in a cold sweat from fear, starting to panic. She quickly pressed down on his hand, her face pale, "Ose Owen, let me go! Let go!..."
She trembled with her lips, shaking her head continuously, "Don't make me hate you, really, don't make me hate you!"
After saying that, she didn't try to break free from his embrace, but instead rested her head on his chest, breathing in the clear scent emanating from the man.
