She finally came to her senses, then rushed over without a second thought, at the corner just before the entrance to the bar hall.
At last, she caught up with him and hugged his waist from behind, heedless of everything.
"Bryan White, you're lying. You do have feelings for me, you do!" She refused to believe and began to doubt his words, all because of his remark, "fate brought us together without giving us a chance."
"Let go!" The man reprimanded softly, glancing down at the pair of white hands encircling his waist. Under the light, her small hands appeared even more exquisite and delicate, and the faint fragrance from her body gently wafted to his nose, causing his heart to start fluttering and trembling, little by little.
"I won't let go! Not unless you tell the truth and make things clear!" Mabel Doyle had completely lost her mind, holding tightly onto his waist, unwilling to release her grip.
